Elton Camp Poet Rhyme

The Yard Sale

The Yard Sale 

By Elton Camp

We must admit, to our disgrace
Have run out of storage space

We cannot understand just why
Things we don’t need multiply

There’s clothes from when I was trim
Fear I’ll never again be quite that slim

Shoes I bought that were a mistake
Darn things caused my feet to ache

Because its use has become nil
Should sell off, old treadmill

Since using it I so much dislike
I’ll sell my fine exercise bike

Piles of purses by the score
Wife never uses them anymore

Set of dishes, chipped and broken
Gladly will sell them for just a token

Where did we get that figurine?
The ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.

Someone else, tasteless as we,
May want it, quick as can be

Clothes that my wife no longer fit
Might be able to sell for a little bit

My old ties, both narrow and wide
Put in ten cent pile over to the side

Computer and printer that work very well
Unused for years, so we’ll see if they sell

To operate it, you will have to use DOS
Made long before Windows was boss

Letters from the printer made of little dots
Talk of noise, when working, makes lots

But there is no expensive toner to buy
Prints from a ribbon is the reason why

Television set that’s so old
It never had remote control

But to deliver a picture it’s able
If it’s connected to the TV cable

Turn it on, give it time to warm
After a while, picture will form

It may prove quite a fright
Only shows black and white

Guess it’s time to sell my old chair
Comfortable, but getting threadbare

Sit down hard and feel the springs
Not one of those unbearable things

Also, I think it would be for the best
To put for sale Aunt Martha’s chest

We’ve had it since she passed away
Never liked it, honesty must say

So next Saturday will put it all out
Let the town know what it’s about

Come over and please take a peek
What was junk, we’ll call antique

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Jan Allison October 11, 2014 at 5:59 PM One mans junk is another mans treasure - its amazing how much junk we amass - we are just as bad with a loft full of boxes- clever write Elton:-) Hugs jan xxx Jan Allison October 11, 2014 at 7:14 PM I adore Antiques roadshow its been a firm favourite since I was a young child - I was actually in a background shot on a programme they did years ago when they visited our little island:-) hugs Jan xxx Elton Camp October 11, 2014 at 7:10 PM Thanks! I wish I could find some of those really valuable things at a yard sale that I see on Antiques Roadshow. (Although I wonder if anybody would actually pay what they say some of that stuff is worth.) Elton