Flea Market

Fighting through the milling masses,

flowing fast as cold molasses;

flamenco frocks and Taiwan trinkets,

tempt us with ice cream and sprinkles.


Plastic shoes and printed t-shirts,

sweet turrón and nutty biscuits,

after-shaves and dodgy perfumes,

sun-hats, shades and swimming costumes.


Shoddy bracelets, charms and knick-knacks,

candles made from local beeswax;

while you’re here come try the honey,

all we want’s to take your money.


Same flea market held twice weekly,

tourists flocking to it meekly,

buying stuff that’s so unsightly,

wouldn’t touch it back in Blighty.

NaPoWriMo Day 24

◄ Rain In Spain

Winter’s Chill ►


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Trevor Alexander

Wed 24th Apr 2019 12:51

Inspired by a local Spanish market that I think is worse than it sounds!

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