Yard-Sale TaleA Poem by NamyhCome on board! It's bargain huntin' fun time at yard sales!
Yard-Sale Tale ⏰
Come and listen to my story ‘bout some girls, truck and gas gone a ridin’ down the street doin’ 50, haulin’ fast. Just a laughin’ and a cacklin’ while jokin’ having fun. It’s a bright sunny day and the girls are on a run. Well, turnin’ down a street was a sign by the mail and bargain huntin’ eyes had them shoutin’ “Yard Sale”. Broke hinges on the door, cracked a double pane of glass just gettin’ out the truck on a day that’s goin’ fast. The next thing you know was the truck was loaded down with lamps and clothes and all the things they found. Money got so low but the Sun was high off ground when the girls sniffed the air and then heard a strange sound. They raced over tracks, crossed a bridge and a pond, turned left down a street, Yard Sales were goin’ on ! How they knew it? I don’t know, some psychic odor thin that primes female noses to hunt bargains in the wind. Down a path, ‘round a moat, over land and thru the trees found suspended was a castle on a cloud above the seas of oaken doors, marble floors and vivid rainbow rays reflecting brilliant sunlight on its halls of gold archways. What froze the girls, hynotized and mesmerized their minds was outside on the castle’s lawn, a giant “Yard Sale” sign where golden statues, silver slippers, gems and kitchen tools made eyes light up, knees go weak, saliva drip and drool ! Arching stairs appeared in sky and spanned the distance fast. Raced they over golden steps transfixed by “Yard Sale” grass. Rummaged they, oohed and aahed for hours six or seven to cry with tears when over for this time in Yard Sale Heaven. And singing in the loaded truck with treasures in the back, the day was full of magic buys, ‘twas time to hit the sack and dream of cherished moments when to bargain, hunt and seek the goodies at the Yard-Sales that await for them next week. Namyh © 2017 NamyhReviews
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