Poem Title : The Auction (Year 4) 061
Written 16/6/2007

The first lots fetched nothing,no interest whatever,
Ten dollar bills bills not even going for seven,
Victorian china to swanky Art Deco ?
No buyers ? My God ! What has this World come to?
With tears in his eyes , the last lot was offered,
An old English Poet? The one nobody wanted?
Though only three people were left in the room,
One hand in the air and a buck took him home.