I like to say a garage sale addict.
But the Petticoat Dictator says a hoarder
Each year in spring I go to all the sales
I have ten thousand record albums
four hundred hard bound books
No eight track movie is not in my shelf
So I said, "It is time for the annual garage sale."
And she said, "Not on my chinny chin chin."
Just one more I begged the last for sure
Finally she agreed. I packed it all in my truck
Yes,a full load to the Goodwill
She was proud of me and the car could come in the garage
I raised my hand, "No!" Where well I put all the stuff
I am going to get at this years garage sales
Once again I am locked out of the house with no keys