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Rocks

by phil-lindsey

Drivin’ with the kids in tow Windows down, nowhere to go Hands outside, feel wind blow On country roads, fields passin’ slow. Saw a hayrack sittin’ by a fence “Rocks for Sale – Fifty Cents” Thought I, it makes no earthly sense To demand for rocks some recompense. But the sign - unique enough to hail (I protested - but to no avail) The missus and the kids prevailed A sale you see, is still a sale! Before day and feelings I did mar Realizing for the course it’s par I turned around and stopped the car It’s what I’ve become, and whom we are . To the rack and rocks the kids did sprint I got closer, had to squint So I could read the finer print Kids might have seen, but care they din’t. Said the bigger rocks did cost a buck I knew then that I was out of luck Between a hard place and a rock I’m stuck ‘Twas bait and switch, and smelled like muck. But the kids had picked from rocks galore Put them in the trunk to store The rack was less some rocks times four And the coffee can had four bucks more! PwL 5/16/15
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