The Flea Market

April 08, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

The dog of his mistress was bored to distraction

While a sheep all amazed was kidnapped to his left

And a coat full of magic longed to be taken

To escape the grim fate of the bottles bereft!

But while stolid faces expressed disapproval

Of new fangled ideas from old silverware

The minstrel did sing of young love unrequited

And trinkets abandoned in utter despair!


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