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The Yard Sale Syndrome

Shrunken sweaters, dusty ball caps
Tarnished silver, and hedge clippers
Pointed hat pins, gaudy jewelry
Faded jeans and worn out slippers
Greasy fry pan, wobbly table
Crates of dog-eared musty books
Tattered doilies, ragged Barbies
One brown old crock pot that still cooks

Rusty shovel, dented buckets
Ma's old apron, broken dishes
Dated calendar, crooked lampshade
Chipped glass bowl for all your fishes
Ugly painting, candle holders
One old bike for exercising
Broken TV, toaster oven
Doesn't work....it's not surprising!

What's the point?" our husbands mutter
While we fill the garage with clutter
I explain to him..."She buys mine, and I buy hers"
"What's the point of shopping stores??!"
"Now...don't you know the grass is greener?"
"OH GOOD!"  "She's bought my vacuum cleaner!"

Just then I point across the street!!
Another yard sale.....and we both shriek!!

He points at me and shakes his fist
But I'll just ignore and toss a kiss
And side by side I'm in a race...
Who gets there first will buy that vase!!
Whoopee!!!  I spy a broken chair...well, I can glue it!
Just hope she doesn't beat me to it!
Another point about my purchase
Perhaps I can use it for another purpose

    Oh No!!...he's found old tool collections!!
    And points at them with great affection!!

The point I'm making is simply this
Another's person's trash or junk, may soon become your bliss!

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Robert Nehls

July 8, 2014 at 5:32 AM

It's an incurable addiction, Carrie. I've had it for a good many years. There is so much fun to be had on a Saturday morning. What more could we ask for. Really enjoyed this one, my friend.... Robert.

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

January 15, 2011 at 8:29 AM

you got me smiling all throughout this wonderful treasure of a poem, Carrie :) heehee it sure is exciting to stumble on such great finds ;) super enjoyed this one :) love the point you made here --hugs-- nikko :)

John Loving Iii

January 14, 2011 at 11:49 AM

I am a collector and this is my domain. john h loving iii

James Peranteau

January 14, 2011 at 4:01 AM

Great write dear poet ! This happens to be my favorite past time ! Where's the yard sale at with that frying pan? *smiles* This is going to mine favz, hope ya don't mind?? much love, james