Listen closely friends, and you shall hear
A tale of bold execution, to delight your ear
Into the very pits of hell, but with a buying plan
It was WalMart at dawn, entered a daring old man
Race to the photo center, to print me some prints
Zoom, clip, and crop, seeking only perfect tints
Fire it up nice lady clerk, for I'm in a real push
Slug that hot black coffee, and move that cute little tush
Storm the men's clothes, to find the sale rack
Seven dollar shirts? Buy the whole bloody pack!
Eight dollar blue jeans, and where is my size?
Snagged every one in stock, they will be my prize
An empty checkout line, there must be at least one
It's just past dawn, hardly even a hint of sun!
Pick a young one, with life still in her fingers
Ring me up, ring me up, and please don't linger!
Four shirts, two pants and a bag full of socks
Snagged on the run, because Man Shopping rocks!
Only fifty two dollars? That's a heck of a deal
If it was just a little cheaper, I'd call it a steal
Out the front door, with a satisfied dance
So reading the watch, how far did it advance?
Only twenty four minutes, a very short mission
That's Man Shopping my friends, in it's finest tradition