Pome: They Are Barking Their Wares Down At The Cornermarket

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They Are Barking Their Wares Down At The Cornermarket

down at the cornermarket

they are barking their wares

and you can get common sense for

a fiver a pound

it should be a hot seller

the demand infinite

and they peddle too

aesthetic sensibilities

a tenner a shot

the last time i asked

one had been sold in 3 hours

to the woman from the hairdresser

desperate to escape

and they knock out as well

a penchant for reading literature of the proper

stuff

and feelings of awe at the cows coming home

past the sepulchre in the far meadow autumn sun

and the very best you can buy down at the cornermarket is the original guts to do all and

everything yourself.

the barker barking this has a sonnet to attract custom:

‘get your original

guts here

they will change

your life forever’

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later, imbibing a malbec, in a village alleybar, two barkers walk in and order pints.

the 1st says, ‘Sold out.’

the 2nd says, ‘Sold out?’

‘You deaf?’

‘What of?’

‘Deaf what of?’

‘Sold out - what of?’

‘Ah,’ says the 1st barker. ‘Sold out of what i always sell out of.’

‘Jesus, the suspense is killing me. Of?’