What ho me old muckers come closer
An I’ll tell a tale to make thee smile.
There’s this merchant what tried to outbid me
I tell you it fare raises me bile.
See, I was down by the dockyard
An I ‘ad me eye on this load.
I thought I was in with no problem
It was lovely, all alamode.
Then upped this strange looking geyser,
I ‘eard ‘e was from somewhere called Venice.
When he saw ‘ow good I was doing
‘e gave me an eye that said “menace”.
Want to ‘ear more? Well fill me jug then as talking gives and edge to me thirst.
I clocked ‘is look and I wondered
What is exactly your game?
Do you just want to outbid me
Or is there summat else that you claim?
‘e ducked an’ ‘e dived with his bidding.
Then I saw ‘e was losing ‘is cool.
When it comes to getting a bargain
You don’t take me for a fool.
Well I wins the bid an’ ‘es outraged.
A temper like you’ve never seen.
‘e stomps off a real sore loser,
Well ‘e shouldn’t a took me for being green.
Turns out ‘e was a special dealer
To royalty and such like tha knows.
An’ ‘ed promised this Duchess this item
As ‘e ‘oped on him she would grows.
Well I ‘appened to know her address
From another deal I did fer ‘er way back.
So nipped round to make ‘er an offer,
An she accepted the price for me tack.
So today I am feeling quite flush,
Oops, time to go got a meet with a friend.
Not four legged this time but two.
Farewell, until we meet again.
©Michael Birchmore 2013