Barbara Corwena Boon
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The Pot Fair
It comes into Preston once every year
The annual Pot Fair, so I hear.
The stalls are assembled under canopies white
With pots and dishes and glasses all bright.
It gives us a thrill when the stallholder shouts ---
"come closer everybody, the price is just right,
who'll give me so much for this vase?" he will say.
And bang goes his hammer till it shakes the display.
:I won't ask for five pound nor not even three,
Give me just one pound and take it away."
The crowds shove and push to get near the front
While those nearest the stall start to panic and ...