In every town there is a shop, one that will make <br />your eye's go pop. A curio shop that has a bell <br />on the door and there infront of you are trinkets galore. <br />In the corner there is always a clock and <br />when it strikes it sends your body into shock. <br />Highly polished furniture where you can see your <br />face but you can never move round because there <br />is no space.Your frightened to breath in case you <br />knock something down, then the goggled eyed <br />shop keeper gives you a frown.Their glasses always <br />sit upon their nose and they always have that <br />familiar pose.The items in the shop are priced <br />way out of reach, then over comes the shop keeper <br />to give you a speech.Now on his face is cunning grin <br />and you are going to be sucked right in. He has his <br />own dictionary, on bull and how to give it; and he will <br />make sure you buy, and walk out with it. We must not <br />be fooled by the shop in every town, just walk on past <br />then give a little frown. A curio shop always looks so <br />pretty but I am an ex dealer so take a tip from my ditty.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-every-town/
