Market

Market
By J. R. A. Gigney

Hey People!
Come along!
We're waiting here,
To sell you stuff,
In Walthamstow,
Where things ain't rough.

The longest Market,
Lots of stalls,
Lots to sell,
Lots of balls!
Vegetables,
To make you healthy.
Come and buy,
To make us wealthy...

So come along,
And browse,
Then spend some cash!
On those lovely goods,
Of which we're proud!

Written 15 January 2011
As challenged by J. A. Bird




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