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!