The newspaper said, that the estate sale was today at that place

Up out of bed, and a quick bowl of oats, splashing water on my face

My best friend rang the bell, just as I was ready to lock up and leave

I am in search of certain things, like antiques and bracelets on my sleeve

We zoomed off in our air car, as we swooped around looking for that yard

Driving this homemade tinkered hobby, traffic can be backup that’s hard

We landed right next to the she shed, and took the map to the sale of place

Water in small metal bottles, was given and I poured it all over my hot face

The green of the hidden gem, glared at me through the sun through the trees

I glanced around the almost empty yard, and raced to that table wobble in my knees

My perfectly manicured hand, quickly wrapped itself around that stone

I stashed it up my jacket sleeve, moving on to leave and go on home

How much for the paper weight from table number two I asked the host

Everything on that one is ten dollars, as I pulled out a twenty at the most

We left that sale, with my friend by my side and got into the VW car

Leaving the area, she asked to pull down the car over as we drove to far

“Lets skip the pleasantries, shall we? You and I both know we’re

Not here for small talk.”