Jumble sale

THE JUMBLE SALE

Coats and hats and old cricket bats,
Piled up against the wall.
Old rickety desks with faded school books
And grandmothers string of fake pearls.

Raggedy dolls without any eyes,
Teddies without any ears,
Old satin slippers from dancers or theartres
War medals, trumpets and spears.

I love to rummage at big jumble sales,
Picking up old coats, and small boats with sails.
Watching a lady buy a mask with a dent,
And a moth eaten peacock
Boy, the money she spent.

Musty old blankets and old quilts with patches,
Tents tied with blue string with faded rain splashes.
Tight ropes and carosels, toys for a boy,
Trainsets and footballs to play with Oh joy.

My sisters and I loved to go with our mum,
To sift through the junk was just oodles of fun.
Its better that a circus, or a play in the park.
A jumble sale is just great for a lark.