Poem : One Man’s Trash...

The tat that others just don’t want
That clutters up their attic
Might be a gift from heaven above
And make someone ecstatic

You might have kept it in the loft
Or deep down in your cellar
You might not know it’s worth a grand
To the right gal or fella

And so you take it to the market
Hoping just to sell it
The eagerness of passersby,
Why, you can almost smell it

They hesitate just by your stall
They stare then look away
They perform this act for a while
The finally they say

“How much for those?” they point askance
At nothing that’s too certain
A book, a toy, an ornament,
An off-cut from a curtain

You state a price, they um and ah
Then finally they settle
And walk off with an ornament
An old toy and a kettle

You wonder later what it was
That drew their lusty interest
You look the goods up on eBay
Then curse about self incest

The kettle, fine, that was just junk,
The toy worth not a thing
But when you saw the ornament
It really made you sting

It fetched about twelve thousand pounds
For more than one keen seller
And if it went to auction, well
You’d be one loaded fella

So careful what you give away
Or sell on from a stall
It might be worth a bob or two
Or nothing much at all.

Originally Posted 25/8/2015

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