Bababa, says the sheep.

Silly Antiques

I find antiques fun to own.
They rather shine the room
they can be old or new
for no one will ever know.
I drop by the antique shop
to enquire on a new product
new, they do say they have
delighted, merchandise I seek
I see a beautiful vase
sitting on the window sill
I enquire, oh i do enquire
'what is that' I ask
they say they know
and look for a price tag they do
not finding they panic
manager to the rescue
And lo, he says,
'I do not know, how strange.'
I purchase the vase despite
and ponder its beauty two times
I put it on my window sill
fitting it was
almost too fitting it was
blend it did, to the world outside
the world blend it tried too
and was it so to say
the beauty beheld i say
I was tired of day forgone
and replaced it with a lamp
And cry did the world
I almost heard it cry.