Yard-Sale Tale
Come and listen to my story 'bout some girls, truck and gas
gone a ridin' down the street doin' 50, haulin' fast.
Just a laughin' and a cacklin' while jokin' havin' fun,
it's a bright sunny day and the girls are on a run.
Well, turnin' down a street was a sign by the mail
and bargain huntin' eyes had them shoutin' "Yard Sale".
Broke hinges on the door, cracked a double pane of glass
just gettin' out the truck on a day that's goin' fast.
Well the next thing you know the truck was loaded down
with lamps and clothes and sales of things they found.
The money gettin' low but the Sun was high off ground.
The girls sniffed the air when they heard a strange sound.
They raced over tracks, crossed a bridge and a pond,
turned left down a street, Yard Sales were goin' on !
How they knew it ? I don't know, some psychic odor thin
that primes female noses to hunt bargains in the wind.
Down a path, round a moat, over land and thru the trees
found suspended was a castle on a cloud above the seas
of oaken doors and marble floors with vivid rainbow rays
reflecting brilliant sunlight on its halls of gold archways.
What froze the girls, hynotized and mesmerized their minds
was outside on the castle's lawn, a giant "Yard Sale" sign
where golden statues, silver slippers, gems and kitchen tools
made eyes light up, knees go weak, saliva drip and drool !
Arching stairs appeared in sky and spanned the distance fast.
Raced they over golden steps transfixed by 'Yard Sale' grass.
Rummaged they, oohed and aahed for hours six or seven to
cry with tears, when over, for this time in Yard Sale Heaven.
And singing in the loaded truck with treasures in the back,
the day was full of magic buys. 'Twas time to hit the sack
and dream of cherished moments when to bargain, hunt and seek
those Goodies at the Yard Sales that await for them next week.
Namyh
Come and listen to my story 'bout some girls, truck and gas
gone a ridin' down the street doin' 50, haulin' fast.
Just a laughin' and a cacklin' while jokin' havin' fun,
it's a bright sunny day and the girls are on a run.
Well, turnin' down a street was a sign by the mail
and bargain huntin' eyes had them shoutin' "Yard Sale".
Broke hinges on the door, cracked a double pane of glass
just gettin' out the truck on a day that's goin' fast.
Well the next thing you know the truck was loaded down
with lamps and clothes and sales of things they found.
The money gettin' low but the Sun was high off ground.
The girls sniffed the air when they heard a strange sound.
They raced over tracks, crossed a bridge and a pond,
turned left down a street, Yard Sales were goin' on !
How they knew it ? I don't know, some psychic odor thin
that primes female noses to hunt bargains in the wind.
Down a path, round a moat, over land and thru the trees
found suspended was a castle on a cloud above the seas
of oaken doors and marble floors with vivid rainbow rays
reflecting brilliant sunlight on its halls of gold archways.
What froze the girls, hynotized and mesmerized their minds
was outside on the castle's lawn, a giant "Yard Sale" sign
where golden statues, silver slippers, gems and kitchen tools
made eyes light up, knees go weak, saliva drip and drool !
Arching stairs appeared in sky and spanned the distance fast.
Raced they over golden steps transfixed by 'Yard Sale' grass.
Rummaged they, oohed and aahed for hours six or seven to
cry with tears, when over, for this time in Yard Sale Heaven.
And singing in the loaded truck with treasures in the back,
the day was full of magic buys. 'Twas time to hit the sack
and dream of cherished moments when to bargain, hunt and seek
those Goodies at the Yard Sales that await for them next week.
Namyh
