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Sale By Auction

I went to an auction
To bid for a chair;
I bought a stuffed pheasant
Because it was there.

I went to an auction
To buy a divan;
I bought a piano
That wouldn't pian.

I went to an auction
For curtains and things;
I bought an old fiddle
Without any strings.

I went to an auction
To buy me a bed;
I bought an old bundle
Of music instead —

All twiddly old "pieces"
And ancient quadrilles;
Once played by young ladies
In flounces and frills.

While gall-ants Victorian
Turned over the leaves,
Bewhiskered as tom cats
That court on the eaves.

I went to an auction
Equipped with a list:
Of bargains desirable
Not to be missed.

Of the things that I went for
I didn't get one;
But what did it matter? —
I'd plenty of fun!

Notes

From an edition of the British magazine PUNCH.
January 27th 1937 (page 95)

Jim Saville

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