The Auction

Gather round’, gather all

This evening cordially presents

A collection most important

Fragments of the mind’s essence

Going once, going twice

Purchased by the gentleman in blue

A wit so sharp, it rivals blades

Forged by the Eastern crew

And now we have the charm of David

Starting at our fairest price

Raise your hands, all those who wish

To be able to thoroughly entice

Now our evenings’ crown and jewel

A cunning coveted by all

The guileless lady in the back

It’s now at your beck and call

And to you, our lovely audience

You, too, can own the latest trait

For the sacrifice of a year or ten

Take home your wares and fates