Flea Market Sunglasses

With my Dad at the flea market 
Where pairs of two, 
Run around making deals 
Competing with the other pairs. 

Strolling at a slow pace
The entire show intrigues me, 
 Delights me, 
 Excites me. 

 I want a chainsaw. 
 Sadly my wing span 
 Is not long enough 
 To pull the cord. 

 My Papa T bought an electric mower 
at a flea market once. 
But he ran over the power cord, 
making it useless.

Giant racks of sunglasses.
Would you take a dollar?
No. 
Okay. Thanks. 

Would you take a dollar twenty-five?
Yes. 
Okay. 
I like 'em.