In Search Of A Good Deal
By stevew
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In Search Of A Good Deal
It was Easter Sunday at the car boot sale
and there were bargains
everywhere.
I joined the booters who milled and mooched
picking between the amateurs and traders
and those who thought they were traders.
As I went I heard snippets of conversation -
"you can 'ave the lot for 75p
if yer interested".
And then there were the cheery cock sparrers
bloated by a surfeit of EastEnders
and market memories,
who thought they did all a big favour
simply by being there
and being cheery, duck.
And everywhere there were pens, pads, batteries,
second-hand clothes (all this 'rale' half price),
videos and 'humerous' cards.
Items long since better discarded
were displayed in the hope of a pick-up
and resurrection.
Scruffy children barge by in excitement,
ignoring completely my sarcasm:
"I do hope I'm not in your way".
Bending over the replica perfume stall.
I catch a whiff from the burger van
(which is almost an improvement)
but as I turn my sense is assaulted again
by the gaudy red, white and blue livery
of burgerland.
I deliberately steer my haphazard course,
avoiding another stud-collared bull terrier
which "won't urt ya".
I see old worn out sports bags,
emblazoned with the names of football teams,
and wonder at their creation.
Amongst the copies of old children's books and annuals
are some I recognise from my own childhood
about ninety years ago.
And then finally, on the way out,
just past Harry The Lime's fruit and veg stall,
I trip over trays of seedlings
which pop through the soil of plastic pots
and I am thrilled with the hope of new life
struggling through compost.
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