Mike Dailey Poet Rhyme

Flea Markets

Flea Markets

I’ve shopped the local markets
You’ve all shopped ones like these
You go early in the morning
Hope for a morning breeze
They sell things nobody wants
Like padlocks without keys
And clothes so old and musty
I just can’t help but sneeze
I was really disappointed
For nowhere did I see
A single dog, or cat, or pet
That came complete with fleas
Why are they called flea markets
Is that title just a tease
Where’s the truth in advertisement
Won’t someone tell me please

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Andrea Dietrich August 30, 2014 at 4:51 PM ahhh, this is so cute. Yep, where do they come up with that name? Maybe the clothes are so old that there are fleas in them!!

Ilene Bauer August 25, 2014 at 8:26 PM very clever! i have no idea why they're called flea markets (i assume that some of the old things they sell did have fleas) but i very much enjoyed your take on this topic...