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
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