Flea Market Poem by Ima Ryma

At a flea market I showed up.
I'd gone for a walk and got lost.
This seemed quite a busy place, yup,
Lots of items at bargain cost.
I strolled from shop to shop to see
If anything did catch my eye,
But nothing seemed useful for me.
I'm not much of a spending guy,
But it was fun looking all around
At the merchandise on display.
No longer lost, I had been found,
I saw my owners head my way.

My owners, this dog did not please,
Came back from the market with fleas.