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