Dundrum

It’s the largest shopping centre in existence,
Enough to make a shopaholic swoon.
There’s a rumour going round with some persistence,
That astronauts can see it from the moon.

From front to back is quite a lengthy distance,
You’ll never get around it in a day.
A million tills all ringing with insistence,
All keen to take your hard-earned cash away.

It practises a total self-subsistence,
Providing everything that you might need,
Employing several thousand shop assistants
Of every nationality and creed.

The men, though, aren’t lured in by car de-mistants,
Determined to avoid it like the plague,
They’re organising unified resistance,
And sending a petition to The Hague.