Yard Sales

We started the day bringing stuff out, an old worn out chair, and a matching couch. Stuff we don't use, and stuff we don't like, those old rusty wheel covers, and that bent up bike. Two broken lamps, that have no shades, and a table with scratches, you made. Clothes by the tons, who wore them all, some too tight, and some too short. Look at the shoes, did I really wear them all, ugly is not the word, I really had gall. Pots, and pans, ugh, they are a mess, I need new ones, I must confess. Left over junk, from family, and friends, always at my house, they seem to land. Yard sales are work, but I love them, I do, maybe next week, I'll be seeing you.