“Come & buy my
pots, pans & well made kettles,
All hand beaten from
the finest of Spanish metals,
Pots for your water,
milk, oil & your best kept wine,
You won´t be disappointed
& the guarantee´s all mine.”
Bronze cauldrons for
your soups & pans for your stews,
Steel kettles for infusions,
that I am sure you will use,
Of copper scrubbed
well & hung over bubbling hearth,
Soft shining in the
firelight, reflecting my walked path.
Glinting urns for your
flowers & your loved one´s blooms,
And I have pretty little
pots for your creams & perfumes,
Some with lids, for
oils, unguents, & pomades for your hair,
So come on all you
lovely folk & please look at my wares.
I´ve lots of watering
cans, for your plants & gardens green,
You´ll hear me clanging
on the road, long before I´m seen,
There goes the pretty
tinker, on her clinking-clanking way,
Please stop here little
vendor, as I need a brand new tray.
No comments:
Post a Comment