The Charity Chaser

I visit the same newsagent
I see my mate Sanjay
We have a chat about this and that
And then I'm on my way
Next door there's a charity shop
Outside there are some bags
Filled with things good people bring
Clothes otherwise used as rags

Normally I am all alone
Nobody else parked there
But this morning we saw something
That made us stop and stare
For scuttling back and forth
Between her car and the charity shop
Laden with bags filled with erstwhile rags
And she weren't about to stop

You may think what's the problem?
What on earth has left him reeling?
What's left was nil, she had her fill
Donating? No, she's stealing!
It left the pair of us struck dumb
For what words were there to say?
Why bother with a catalogue
When here you don't have to pay

I've heard of window shopping
But this was beyond belief
Just how low do you have to go
To become sweet charity's thief
I don't know if they'll suit her
She didn't try anything on
This game old bird didn't say a word
Got in her car, and was gone

Said farewell to Sanjay
Got in my car to leave
And although nothing surprises me
I still can't quite believe
Sanjay and I both thought the same
Hope your new old clothes don't fit
Charity may begin at home
But some people just don't give a shit...