Jayne Davies

(5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

Car Boot Sale


Table tops full, of unwanted gifts,
Scarves for the Winter, with nice cosy mitts,
A variety of shoes, that have seen better days!
Old teasets placed neatly, on various trays.
Searching through boxes of mixed bric-a-brac,
Clothes blowing gaily on long metal racks.
One persons trash, is another ones treasure!
To pick up a bargain, is such a great pleasure!
Cars drive in slowly, packed to the brim,
I wouldn't miss this, for life or limb!
Buyers swoop in, like bees around honey!
For cheaply priced items, that cost little money.
They haggle, they banter!
It's part of the fun,
There's a satisfied look!
When the deal is done.

Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014

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