While we were strolling down Autumn Avenue,
Wondering where we should go and what we should do,
We happened to walk near a home of a man
who was selling haute dogs and soda in a can
and hanging from branches were coats of all sizes
large ones and small ones and some that'd won prizes.
An extra large table had shirts galore
and behind it stood a man, running his store.
I ventured a greeting, and he shook my hand tightly.
He said, "Nice to meet you doll" and took me back, slightly.
He looked over our group and saw a strong boy
and sized him right over with eyes quick and coy.
"Ya play sports, there laddy? Now do ya?" He quizzed.
The boy said, "yeah," his head started to whizz.
When he learned the boy did, he strongly declared,
With a chest puffed with pride and teeth boldly bared,
"you's come here anytime, and play with my boys
We love to play sports and have all the toys"
We chatted a moment, then left the yard sale
There was nothing we left with except this fine tale
Of the man down the street who nicknamed me doll,
and called my son laddy....quite strange to us all.