Yard Sale Delight
Yard sale delight
I wish with all my might
A yard sale sign will appear
For quickly to it I would steer.
There's a sign, sale at Mr. Grover's
He owns that huge lab, Rover
He is a gentle gent
Huge blue house, he and the Mrs. rent.
Each item he and Mrs. arrange
Each one observed, some so strange
All laid out on this bright sunny day
Both waiting to grab the loot they pay.
Madam and Pop---- up for it all
Quickly selling their items, like sales clerks at the mall
Displaying it all, even cloths with ripped seams
New evening dress, last years sunken dreams
And soon it will all be over
They hoping all's sold but the dog Rover
What is left, tucked away in the shed
To sort later, well.....all will dread.
Pops will praise the Mrs. for her work well done
But oh me oh my, while lapping up all the fun
Pops sits near the money with his selfish plot
While propping his feet on grandmas old ten dollar cot.
They will repent soon, for the yarns spun, descent so bold
Of the lie they swiftly told, of the end table finally sold
Sale is now over, alone in the yard left--is tattered old sign
It says "Yard Sale Today." All has went fine.
Linda Terrell
March 8, 2010
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