Market Trader

A quirky poem about the day of a market trader.

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1. Market Trader

 

Monday Morning, wet and cold,

Market Trader knows it’ll never get old,

Pouch on his waist, product in hand,

Ready for money, that’ll be grand.

 

“2 paaannndd a watch my darling”

His voice loud, provocative and charming,

Eyes sparkling, smile captivating,

Selling skills he’s underrated.

 

The end of a long day draws near,

He’s happy, flogged all of his gear,

He packs up his stall, his day a perfect ten,

Ready tomorrow to conquer again.

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