Fair Trade

I’ve been to the auction house, I go there once a week But still no luck, I cannot find the rarity I seek The Chinese urn to one side of my fireplace stands there Looking kinda lonely as it’s meant to be a pair My wife is always moaning that it looks so out of place It dominates the left hand side, but on the right is space It’s worth a lot of money but an antique dealer reckoned That they’d be almost priceless if I were to find a second I thought I’d never find one, it’s been quite a lengthy wait I can’t believe that I’m about to get my urn a mate I’ve passed this shop a hundred times; it seems today’s the day This shop sells pre-loved items and they’ve got one on display Okay, so they knew their stuff and wouldn’t drop their price I had to pay them fifty quid but it’ll look real nice Scooping up a bargain I find well and truly thrilling And frankly even fifty quid means I just made a killing I was on cloud nine for urns like these fetch more in pairs I drove home and I rushed inside, to hear my wife upstairs Excitedly, I yelled, “You’ll never guess what I just did.” She said, “Me first… the junk shop bought your urn for seven quid.”