To market, to market, to market to buy
A slice of butter and a marmalade pie
Ask me a question, and I’ll reply,
To market, to market, to market to buy.
Forgive me, but, if you ask me why
I say such things with a twinkling eye
Don’t be offended; I won’t comply
To market, to market, to market to 
buy.
“Don’t be absurd,” I hear you sigh
As I purchase a marble-veined blue glass eye
I’ll tell you the same as I told that guy
To market, to market, to market to buy.
Next time you see a lone magpie
Wish her well and say goodbye
You never know until you try
To market, to market, to market to buy.
When I’m at lunch with an old rabbi
Whether Chinese, French or Thai
I always think it a little sly
To market, to market, to market to buy.
I’ll tell you now, for I never lie
It’s all a case of demand and supply
As long as a piece of rope to tie
To market, to market, to market to buy.
Fire and Spirit sockets.
Poo Bear was so pleased to see me when I got home.
4 comments:
Lovely poem, Rachel. I can just imagine you looking for those sockets...
Thank you!
It was an old one that seemed appropriate.
Super poem, RAchel.
Loved the photos too, you seem to pick just the right eclectic mix of things. I like those little dark shelves!
Thanks Gina.
To be fair, the stallholders make some super arrangements.
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