The Car Boot

Went up into the attic, Espied a load of junk. Thought I'd have a car boot sale, Before we did a bunk. Piled it all into the car, Glad I wasn't going far. Springs were groaning with the weight, Wondered if I would make the gate. Table up and boot wide open too, All our junk soon put on view. Folk came and looked and made a bid, Refusing nowt, I made a few quid. My pocket filled up as my stock dwindled down, Decided then to have a look round. An "antique" globe under a table hid, I snatched it up for a couple of quid. Then a lovely framed picture caught my eye, Look nice in my study, another good buy. Some tools I saw that I hadn't got, All in a big box so I bought the lot. Now them paint brushes looked just the job. Got the full set "new" for a couple of bob. I'll have that guitar though I don't play, Give me something to learn on a rainy day. As the Boot came to a close, I looked at all the stuff I had chose. There was more going home,than I'd took out, My sanity at boot sales leaves room for doubt. But to some its junk to dump at leisure. To other folk it is wonderful treasure. © Dave Timperley 04/10/ 2018