I running out of room For the stuff I have that should be swept out with a broom Books, movies, and CDs, oh my! But this year I will try To find a good baked good This woman told me I should But the cupcakes had cream cheese filling Plus she wanted eight dollars for four in the billing I said to myself I don't want stuff in my cupcake Away from this garage sale to someone else who knows how to bake So away I drove and could not find A lady told me, not in front of the building, but behind So the chocolate cupcakes I got, which was nice And I got them for half the price!
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
I went to Fennimore, Wisconsin for garage sales and found a nice bakery.
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