The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

A bit of a fun challenge from Chelsea Owens.
Here are the specifics for this week:

1. The Topic is free-versing about secondhand sales. Ever been to a yard sale? Garage sale? Flea market? Write about it; flow about it.
2. Looking for a certain Length? Let’s go with fewer than 150 words. Final offer.
3. Rhyming is not allowed. This is free verse poetry, people. Curb your instincts.
4. Above all, make it terrible. e.e. cummings must feel such a shock from your literary efforts that he vows to capitalize his name just to make you stop.
5. Let’s keep the rating PG or cleaner. What sort of flea market are you going to, anyway?

Stalls left and right,
Goodies to be seen and had.
Certain things for pence or a pound,
A bargain if you knew what to look for.
Look at that!
I had one like it,
Time to get me a pair
If I can remember where I put the other.
Bookends or doorstops,
I’ll make use of it.
Ten pounds goes a long way
With Christmas coming,
Rubber ducks, paperbacks,
Toys and games in battered boxes,
Glasses, ornaments,
Something for everyone.
Beggars can’t be choosers,
Nice to be remembered
And it is the thought that counts.

95 words. How did I do?