879

MARKET PLACE TALES

 Tattletale and Fish scale

Found themselves at the market place.

Tattletale was the one to speak,

There be herrings? let me sneak a peek.

Fish scale, no one wants to take home.

These days of the busy buyers aplomb.

The pumpkins were  rough and pulpy and round. 

Buyers all wanted a cut or a pound.

No one stopped to listen to Tattletale;

Always one for gossip and ale.

Fish scale decides to play it cool,

Laying on the surface of herring smooth.

I'll take the whole fish!

Was a buyers wish,

Who grabbed a cut of pumpkin for soup,

This left Tattletale in a bit of a loop.

Everyone so busy

No time to listen

To gossip or to tales,

Masked buyers at the market space,

For these be pandemic days. 

© gillena cox 2022

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Meet the bar with narrative nonsense

REVISIT
3 poem tweets and giggles
worth reading
oompalapillar