Poem Title : The Auction (Year 2) 059
Written 16/6/2007

Folks,what am I bid for this Elderly Poet,
Fresh to the market,have I hope of selling,
Start me at sixty. No? Fifty? No?Then ten?
Well a dollar to start as he`s only a Man.
Someone call something,it`s not very funny,
This Man`s worth a dollar of anyone`s money.
With opinion divided,a shout of ten cents.
But if he can`t make a dollar,I shall pass him again!