Paul Freiter

Rookie (Perivale / London)

Boot Sale - Poem by Paul Freiter

Car boot sale.

Car booties!
People are selling off paste tables,
They can be found in every nook and cranny,
Car parks, football fields and parks everywhere.
When you have seen one you have seen then all.
Bored faces being dragged from table to table,
People being charged silly money for total rubbish.
When they should have taken it to the Tip!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2009

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