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In search of entertainment,
at urging of my wife,
drove to the farmers market
where I had time of my life.
Now my life’s rather boring,
my job is selling bikes;
passes for entertainment?
Is going on rides and hikes.

The Raleigh Farmers Market,
scant ten miles from our house?
Beau·ti·flea situated
on a road grid all laid out.
Market’s laid out for pleasure
of we, the leisure class,
who have no comprehension
of just what we’re looking at.

Now, I am here to tell you
at market you can find
product of common farmers
that are the edible kind.
We saw pints of blueberries,
priced at just four dollars;
thought them a tad expensive,
till found some for dollar more.

Fruit pies had in abundance,
two slices, hour’s wage.
Good news was they had whole pies
if fourteen dollars would pay.
I’m known for hoarding pennies,
pinching them till they scream,
but couldn’t help but wonder
if farmers of dollars dream.

One form of entertainment
that cost me naught but time?
Was walk round farmers market
taking pics of tchotchke kind.
Scarved Buddha with bare belly
and tiny ribbit frog,
silverware animated
with camera catalogued.

Twas John Ronald R. Tolkien
who in poem declared,
Not all who wander are lost,
but I’m curmudgeon despaired.
I am blessed to be married
to goddess of great worth,
but flea or farmers markets
to me have ’bout zero worth.

Market’s laid out for pleasure
of we, the leisure class,
who have no comprehension
of just what we’re looking at.
In search of entertainment,
at urging of my wife,
drove to the farmers market
where I had time of my life.
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