Sales Poems - Poems about Sales

Fierce winds blow across the Atlantic tide, Colder she gets the rougher she'll ride, In matt'r minutes a chill to the bone, Few dare sail her northern zone, Far north the whaling be done, Colder in account for the miss'n sun, The currents below just twist and swell, Above her frozen by a northenly gale, Sails drawn, busting through crests, A captain in hope...

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Already back in class. Wow, the Holidays went fast. Wasn’t Black Friday great? ‘Bargains,’ make my heart race and the Internet’s my kind of place. I can dead-on shop this time of year, shamelessly, without the fear that someone will be judging me. I make some ‘passing effort’ to be frugal, that’s what ‘black Friday’ sales are for—and google. I bought my suitemates those techie...

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I like a special drink, All frothy green and pink! Three or four a day, If I had my way. Can someone drive me to the store? I just need one more. Momma said, "What is in this drink? ...

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My dusty cluttered house becomes clean and organized once again -all while putting a little jingle in my pocket...

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Salacious, sultry Simplistic signs of Seedy sensory Semi sentimental sales on Socials Surreptitiously Slinking .. Slowly Sliding into your Sphere and Psyche. Psychologically Seducing Some senses so Suspiciously Satisfying So, Surrender self; Shield for safety, Stand strong Secure salient sentience Successfully Set sights solidly - So soul secures solidarity In sacred sanctuary of Shalom Somewhere, Sandy sunsets certainly save, Silky spider's web sparkles in sunshine, Soft sensory surroundings subdue Significant silent scenery in Summery satisfaction. Soporific seaside sounds Singing in sympathy Solitary...

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Soldiers sacrifice their arms and legs While your greatest weapon is forcing my hand Oh but I'm told it's all in the name of romance But when I fall asleep at night and the pillowcase goes damp under my face, You'll know I heard what things you whispered as you fail to say them to my face There's only...

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My daddy is in sales the child told me. He will get hubcaps for you, spinners, copper, whatever you want. But he is careful about who he sells to. Can he get me an I-phone? Sure. He sometimes comes by them. A stereo? What’s that? It’s something no one has any more. Maybe. I’m not sure. He doesn't sell to anyone, he reports. He has...

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Some say presentation is everything and more That’s certainly important if selling is your game I learned that while managing a piano store. Sponsoring concerts with musicians of fame, Selling the idea that a buyer can learn how to play That’s certainly important if selling is your game. We demonstrated easy piano tunes every day Teaching buyers simple tunes anyone can learn Selling...

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By far the pastures lawns; Idle streams reservoirs; Farmers shores crops his wears he sells; Mist the bartering stalks; 10/12/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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What is for lunch today? Why do you ask? Because I am tired of saying good morning. Why don’t you just say it is great to see you. Okay. It is great to see you. Why is it great? Have you ever thought of a career in sales? No. Why do you ask?...

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From a store that sold only beds Came an advert in my email, 50% off everything This is a closing down sale. So I bought a double bed Taking the assistants advice, But the delivery van brought a single 50% off the bed, not the price....

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Obvious Flamboyant hair, brazen strut, swank suit Elusive spiel, furtive smile, sly eyes Dubious 4/06/20 For 'Let the Pens Flow - Antonym' contest Sponsor: Jenish Somadas The syllable count was confirmed on howmanysyllables.com...

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(buy two for the price of one) Serve your mom and dad a tea at breakfast With ginger and drops of sedatives to relax Drive them to the market in Happy Town Buy them new outfits and shoes Parents must look good for a presentation Comb their hair. Part it in the middle Nix that. Your dad is bald. Pat him...

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A brand new car is what I love, Love the body, the new car smell, So to local luxury garage I drove, that’s where I met lovely Shantelle! Bright blue was the colour in mind, A four wheel drive good for snow, For my golf kit, lot of space behind, A shapely front, as men will know! I was shown to a desk...

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On Boxing Day the malls At twelve noon The parking lot filled No more space for cars The malls doors are locked People line up waiting For the doors to open Rushing in then searching For something on sale It is a mad house this day Some returning gifts unwanted Others looking for great sales Now tired the people go Off to the food...

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