I ventured forth ‘twixt labyrinthine streets
Replete with ‘fair trade’ bag and open mind
My aim to gather in some Christmas treats
Whilst searching out the wares of varied kind
At “Toys ‘R’ Us” ‘twas fun, tho’ noisy too
“Agent Provocateur” suspended dreams
In choosing garments there, one may accrue
Some tactics used by football’s ‘Special teams’
Within my hands; yet wrenched from grasp by force
Twas surely mine for seconds brief, ‘til then
Possession is two thirds of law of course
A premise which applies to only men?
If breathing fire does not set off alarm
I’m sure that I’d be toast ‘less I disarm