Poems by
Mairah Bakke

The Mall

a poem by Mairah Bakke

The mall is filled with things to do,
Walking around or buying shoes.
Cute guys that pass us by,
Never stopping to say hi.
At the mall, we always are,
Shopping at the Famous Barr.
Carousel goes round and round,
shop till you drop, or hit the ground!
Pictures galore, there’s always more.
Limited Too, Aeropostale, A and Fitch,
So many choices, I can’t choose which!
Shopping is great, I can’t be late,
To meet my friends at the front gate.