Caution at Auctions
By joyismine
CAUTION AT AUCTIONS I attended my first general auction To see what the fuss was about, But after three hours of sitting I still remain somewhat in doubt. The auctioneer in front of the crowd Spoke a language I never had heard; He seemed to have quite a stutter, And spoke clearly hardly a word. They showed some exquisite items, From homes of people with class; Some gold and silver and jewels, And something called depression glass. I soon found the speaker quite boring, And spotted a friend cross the way; I waved as I caught her attention, And a couple times more through the day. I sneezed at a neighbor's cologne, And I took out my hanky and blew, For my allergy really cut loose, This happened a time or two. The reason I guess I'm still puzzled Is that when I arose to go home, a good deal of cash was requested For two vases and one golden gnome; For one silver plate and a ladle, A ring set in diamonds and pearl, An old Stradavarian fiddle and a jewel studded globe of the world. It seems when I waved at my friend, And my nose on my hanky I blew That by some weird secret signal I also was buying things too.2000, Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 07:46 AM PST 0 • 14
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