Poem Title : The Auction (Year 1)
Written 16/6/2007

Packed to the gunnels,
The Saleroom was heaving,
You could not move in there.
No one was leaving,
Trash it was selling as if no tommorow,
Most jugs without handles,
Some wheel-less wheel barrows.
Money awash ,due to massive inflation,
Such crazy buying,and foolish emotion.