Magnetic Attraction

a poem by Nishu Mathur, India

I have this quaint, strange obsession
You may say it's a drag
I simply can't have enough of
Totes and hand bags.
The larger, the better
For knick knacks I don't lack
Everything must go in
The world - must be packed.
Oh, for totes in different colours -
From turquoise to maroon
Green, red and mustard
Even the color of the moon.
It may be a disorder
I might need some tonic
Or some kind of therapy
I could be toteaholic.
I promise not to buy
And shopping how I shun
But the attraction is magnetic
Today, I bought yet another one!

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