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The Poem
The Antique Seller,
Was a very old feller,
Lurking in the back of his stall.
He couldn't be seen,
Thin as a bean,
And also not very tall.
He was Mr Mellor,
This very old feller,
Lurking in the back of his stall.
He'd sell you a pot,
That would cost you a lot,
He certainly has lots of gall.
How much is this old feller?
They as Mr Mellor,
Lurking in the back of his stall.
Fifty pounds, he said,
Faces went red,
That's expensive for an old ball.
Credits and Copyright
Copyright Richard Pierson.
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
This poem cannot be reproduced in part or whole without express written permission from the author's Estate.
About the Author
Richard Pierson born 1949, died November 2002.
He loved to tinker with words in his spare time, and always wanted his writings to bring a smile.
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