Fine Art Auction
You’re at a fine art auction
for art works of great worth.
The bidding will be lively,
objects d’art can cost the earth.
Your auctioneer calls the bids
at five hundred words a minute,
there is no time to cogitate -
wave your card to just stay in it.
The atmosphere’s electric,
your adrenalin’s in full surge,
for buying is addictive;
a basic-feel urge.
Eventually the hammer falls
and your bid has most noughts.
Now you need to figure what to do
with whatever you’ve just bought!
Display it in the lounge at home,
until you’re moved into aged care?
But there won’t be any room
for you to have it with you there,
so bequeath it to the youngsters,
before you kick the pail,
or they’ll cash it in for several bucks
at the clearance garage sale!
© Pete Stratford 21.6.11
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