As I went walking the other day,
I happened upon a ramshackle shop,
It was stuffed to the rafters with furniture
And the shelves looked fit to drop.
There were sideboards, and bureaus, and bookcases,
Armchairs and sofa beds too,
There were all kinds of couches in all different shapes
And even a chaise-longue or two.
There were vases and flowerpots, glasses and cups,
And one or two crystal decanters.
And a small garden gnome stood on miniature guard
Next to exquisite, but oddly shaped planters.
‘Have they ever sold anything? Anything at all?’
Was just one of the thoughts that I had.
For most of this stuff looked like it was made
When Jesus himself was a lad.
And then I recalled my dear nanna’s words
When I said her own shop I would keep
“Remember my girl, that folk are quite daft,
“They’ll buy owt so long as it’s cheap.”