Yard Sale Poem by Randy Johnson

(THIS IS A TRUE STORY)

I didn't sell any of my stuff at my yard sale.
The way that people acted made me madder than Hell.
Almost everyone glanced at my stuff from their cars for ten seconds and then drove away.
They wouldn't even get out of their cars to look at my stuff; I've seen better days.
If they had gotten out and not bought anything, that would've been fine.
But they should've had enough courtesy to look at the stuff that's mine.
I had electronics, video games, toys, fishing supplies and other items as well.
I even put low prices on the items that I was trying to sell.
I couldn't sell my great items because of those people who were rude.
I was shocked, angered, and appalled by their attitudes.