Barbara Corwena Boon
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,