The erudite auctioneer, with a voice loud and clear, <br />Is selling off bizarre stuff, some of it is quite duff, <br />Things that other folk hate, which is then called top rate, <br />Yes, people will buy, but goodness knows why! <br /> <br />His gavel descends, then somebody spends. <br />They produce ready cash, for these goods we call 'trash'. <br />There are bargains galore, to go out through the door, <br />Though auctions require fees, which brings some to their knees. <br /> <br />All things can be viewed, with the right attitude, <br />By a true connoisseur, who is no amateur, <br />And we did make the grade, when we sold the 'teasmade', <br />Yep! the saleroom's real great, if you investigate. <br /> <br />Take some effects you don't like, perhaps the Van Dyke, <br />It should raise a high price, it's pretty fine merchandise. <br />With the bidding intense, you are kept in suspense, <br />'Til the very last bid, when you make a few quid. <br /> <br />Commission is paid, so how much have you made, <br />A reasonable pile, so the sale was worthwhile. <br />We'll find more to bring, 'French Lalique' or some 'Ming'. <br />As one never can tell, what treasures will sell. <br /> <br />Victorian, Edwardian, a harp or accordion, <br />Art Nouveau or Deco, a clock, TV or radio. <br />Anything and everything, 'Lots' tied up with string, <br />There's money here to accrue, want a stuffed cockatoo?<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bargains-galore/
