The swap meet.

As i check the ads in the sunday paper.
I skipped article about a rapper.

When my heart suddenly skipped a beat. There was going to be a gigantic swap meet.

So i got all my nicks and all my nacks.
Traded some to a guy who was on crack.

Seeing the mass trading filled me with glee. For once in my life i was finally free.

I swapped my autographed pizza for a old turkey baster. I couldnt stop trading i wanted it to never end.

But the sun set to soon and we all had to go. Except for the looker her sex name was moe.

But i didnt leave with out a steal. I traded my pokemon card for a big block of beal.

So later that night i climed into bed. With visions of swappers all up in my head.

Ohh how i wish to be gone.
Trading my skittles for a life size king kong.