This is where the first garage sale poem was born....." The Spider and the Shed " or " Spider's Moving Day " , one of my hubby's notorious funny quaky, quirky poems.
I would have never guessed in a million years that he possessed this poetic talent if it were not for these funny occurrences the two keenly observed within the radius of the common market I visited that day and was only made aware of this gift he possessed upon our return back home.
Ahhh, aren't they sweet angels....or are they ????
The famous shed where hubby and daughter witnessed the Spider's Moving Day....Lucky spider never anticipated getting a free mover that day and the unsuspecting Treasure Hunter had a good day herself, hubby and daughter found a way to find fun without costing them a cent and I got more than I had bargained for ; a keeper poem to remember the lovely day the family had at the Annual Merrickville Community Garage Sale!
These poems are meant to be taken lightly and no real names were used to protect the guilty....haha!!!! All in good fun and like my daughter simply puts it "Boredom of the Jedi"....that's another story, her own. So here is the one that started it all, followed by the one he just wrote today . Hopefully I'll have another for next weekends Garage and Church Sales. So here you are.....Hope you like them.
The Spider and the Shed
Out at yard sales on a rainy day
In the entrance to a shed
We watched as a spider dandled down
Looking to be fed
We stood outside in the pouring rain
Just me and Emma Peel
She looked my way and said to me
I’m not a spider meal
It was raining hard, we were getting wet
There were treasures inside for sure
I would check for bargains once inside
But only after her
We stood and did not care
As the woman that had just walked out
Had the spider in her hair
The way was clear, it was alright now
We could find our deals inside
We could have told the lady who cleared the way
But to hell with foolish pride
She knew that she was on her own
She knew the price to pay
It’s everybody for themselves
For this was garage sale day
~ Stan Belanger
At this mornings church sale my husband and daughter decided to take a break but there was no need for them to be present to hear about my disappointment in missing out on some Treasures.....nothing lost, actually much more was gained from the experience...... a funny poem and a lesson learned......"don't fuss and fiddle with tiny jewellery bags , just horde them in your stash , pay and move on to the next treasure chest....haha...I'm afraid I'm a little too giving to take the whole loot , I like to share and give others some fun in the hunt as well! So here is Stan's version of what transpired at an early church sale in the country. Enjoy!!!
Church Sale Pig Lady
Entered the church sale
Like time and again
Spotted some jewelry
And suddenly when
A pig lady appeared
That followed no rules
Just like a fool
Gathered up everything
Looked like a witch
Hoarded all the jewelry
Lord what a bitch
I tried to grab something
She said’ “everything’s mine”
A little embarrassed
If you like a good church sale
I’ve learnt one thing for certain
You have to be rude
Or leave there a hurtin
The next time I go there
No one is safe
Wheel chairs and walkers
Get out of my way
~ Stan Belanger
So now when I go to these sales I do come away hoping for something more, not only in material treasures but more importantly, something to share, get a little chuckle out of and a little souvenir to remember of a time well spent together as a family.
Until next time enjoy the Spring Sales and Treasure Hunts ~