A predator roams round our towns,
That licks its lips with greed.
It coaxes me to look at things
I’m sure I do not need.
This creature’s called Enticement and
It lays alluring snares.
So tread the streets with heedfulness
And take the utmost care.
“The sales are on” Enticement calls,
“There’s bargains to be had!” –
But buying things which I don’t need –
Well, surely this is bad?
Cream cakes seduce in bakeries;
Chocolates dark and creamy;
Sweet lingerie of finest silk
Can make me feel quite dreamy.
The bookstores draw me in, for sure.
Look! Sofas by the score!
Trousers, jumpers, pure silk scarves –
I don’t need any more!
Too frightened by the ones who sell,
I flee from here in dread
And scamper to the natural world
For safety there instead.
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