A Holiday Fair

I went to a holiday fair. Many craftsmen and shoppers were there. All the goods on display Were well-worth what you’d pay If you had extra money to spare. Yet not one little thing did I buy And in case you were wondering why, It’s that all of my stuff Seems to be quite enough So I look and walk on, with a sigh. I would purchase a lot in my youth, Checking out every kiosk or booth, But that hunger is gone; I will pass the baton To each tourist or craft-seeing sleuth.