Order, Order, Order

I can order, order, order

And return, return, return.

I’m an Amazon supporter

But I guess I’ll never learn

 

That the odds of really finding

Something perfect while online

Takes a mountain of reminding

That most things won’t wind up mine.

 

Either it appears in person

Nothing like when on the screen

Or my views on it will worsen

When my mirrors intervene

 

Or the comfort level’s lacking

Or it’s sparking zero joy;

Then it’s time to send it packing,

Keeping truckers in employ.

 

So it’s back to the computer

Where I’ll start my endless scroll.

Surely I’ll find something cuter –

I can feel it in my soul!