In Shepherd’s Bush, I shall not want <br />For anything to buy, <br />For Westfield shopping centre, there, <br />Will all my wants supply. <br /> <br />My spirits are restored again <br />When I can view the ranks <br />Of well-stocked, chic designer shops <br />E’en though I owe the banks. <br /> <br />Yea, though I walk through debt’s dark vale, <br />As I approach the till, <br />My credit card will comfort me, <br />Though I still fear the bill. <br /> <br />For there are tables, furniture <br />And presents, cushions, throws <br />To decorate my living room <br />Until it overflows. <br /> <br />And though the bailiffs some fine day <br />May try to follow me, <br />Still, shopping malls, my spending place <br />Forevermore shalt be.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-shepherd-s-bush-hymn-to-westfield/
