(Poem 209 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
One person’s junk is
another person’s treasure,
or so I’ve been told by those
who love garage saling.
Hunting for a steal is
the name of the game;
if you’re brave enough to play,
you might just get hooked.
A hover board for free,
though no way to charge it.
Harry Potter jelly beans,
if you like the taste of vomit.
Bring a wad of cash;
dollar bills are the best.
Don’t be shy about haggling;
your prize will be the experience.
@Home Studio – 209th poem of the year (My granddaughter Queen Charlotte went garage saling with my Great Aunt Eva, who is the real garage sale queen.)
Runner ups for the Garage Sale Queen photos to accompany my poem:
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