Poem 37: Auction of a Wooden Desk
The wooden desk was of mahogany,
It was wooden veneered as one could see,
The owner was a dealer in antiques,
It had been now left on sale for weeks,
There it stood for everyone to gaze,
The auction started and hands were to raise,
For it was a prized possession to acquire,
It was unsurprising that it was the object of desire.
At last, a price was set and there came a price,
The buyer received it proud with surprise.
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