About the Poem
I am not quite sure if there are such things as car boots in the States, They are very similar to garage sales In fact they may even originate in the States, in which case please forgive my ignorance, From a personal point of view I love them they keep me supplied with the numerous assortment of goodies for my multiple collections.
(I am taking it for granted that this web site is in the US of A, so there will be times when we speak`th in different tongues - words like doon [knicked from the Scots] and knickers which I think are called Panties in the States.)
The Car Boot |
| by Ray Collings |
| Come sleet, snow, wind or rain, The cars turn up once again, This gathering upon a field, The goods inside all soon revealed. Books, bottles, bric- a- brac, some displayed on a vegetable rack, Pots, pans, postcards, pram, Even jars of homemade jam. Paintings, pet food, clocks and clothes, Most set out in uneven rows. Garters, gramophones, toys and games Funny things that have no names. Hats and handbags coloured pink everything PLUS the kitchen sink. There's girly mags mid`st mills and boon, Mixed with Items handed doon. Many's the goodies made to last, Like elasticated knickers from Grannie's past. |
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I thought it was cute. It makes me remember my past as a child.
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