30 Miles With Plenty Of Piles!

The cat didn't even know these were still a thing until they wanted to go at that other wing. Then he got roped in. Or rather Pat did with an out and about spin. I stayed in bed and avoided that dread.

Don't be squirrely.
Get up early.
Skip your meal.
You have to get that deal.

The good won't last.
Be a thing of the past.
Early bird gets the whatever.
Worms are even more clever.

Whelmed you aren't able.
That is just a fable.
Push, shove and grab.
A deal you may nab.

You have to be quick.
That's the trick.
Get a deal by the ton.
Don't walk, run!

Get to the next table.
Push the others if able.
If not crawl to it.
You need to get that shit.

So hit the trail.
Get to each yard sale.
Even if they are on the street,
And the yard part is left in defeat.

Can't go slow.
There is 30 miles to go.
They are so long,
You'll sing a happy song.

Finding that deal.
Touch and feel.
Know it's just right.
Buy it just for spite.

Drive, stop and....crash.
Isn't it a bash?
Idiots pulling off each way.
A deal could be on display.

Pffft first and last time for that. Sure did not impress the cat. Nuts were about every which way and mostly crap was on display. But oh, let's get the deal. It's a deal that is real. 30 miles of them too. Whoops, after driving more like 1 or 2. Maybe even half a mile. Ever turn such a yard sale dial? If not you may want to stick with taking a pass. Trust my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.