The Old Master

for the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge of 24 April 2021, junk.

When I needed some assets to free,
Took my heirloom to auction to see,
But when, full of mirth,
I requested its worth,
He said “Mister, about 50p”

If there is anything guaranteed to make me hunt for my glasses, hunt for the remote, and switch channels, it is when one of these “I never even realised this was lying dormant in my attic, and now I’m a millionaire” TV shows.

When my parents died, I got £200 for the entire contents of their house. That’s how much things are worth.


inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 24 April 2021, worship.

In my wish to supply her a treat,
I administered pleasure complete,
From her knobbly knees,
Past her calves, built like trees,
‘Til I finally got to her feet.

Some people seem to quite like this, but I could never really get over the “where have they been?” HURDLE

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