Ole Miss Daisy done died and left the contents of her house to auction! |
Blue Ridge Auction ( A Life Bargained) There’s an auction tonight on the mountain side Ya see Ole miss Daisy, she done went and died. All that’s left is her house, so I’m told, and I read in the paper: CONTENTS TO BE SOLD. Up on the platform stood Auctioneer Al. says,“What’ll ya give me?” Shows a toothless smile. “Five dollars, six.... do I hear seven? Ya’ll don’t shame Miss Daisy away up in Heaven ” So I gave him seven for a voiceless violin! (Well, I might larn to play from Young fiddler Jim.) “Lookee here, folks, It’s a grand music box with a china ballerina a-dancin’ on top. I gives you my oath, guaran—TEED not to break. Now let’s wind ‘er up for a rusty Swan Lake.” Cain’t let that go I said to myself, I fancied it a-dancin’ on my parlour shelf. A fade rose fan, tarnished silver tray, both given to Daisy on her weddin’ day. Mechanical monkey, who stepped out a jig, an old piece of brass in the shape of a pig. Jist as I thought there weren't nothin’ left to excite, Al held up a soup bowl, nearly caused a fistfight. Tobaccy Joe and Aunt Lettie would not compromise. An unusual soup bowl was just a heck of a prize ! Not only would it hold Aunt Lettie’s Squirrel Soup, one side pictured Lulu, the other, Betty Boop. Lettie bid heavy ‘til Joe’s bids went south. Lettie took the bowl, Tobaccy swore, then spit snuff out his mouth. Well, the evenin’ soon ended and I thought it right nice that I’d got me so much for sech a low price. Auctioneer Al, he sweeps up the floor, gathers his money and walks out the door. Walk down the mountain, ponder what I’d done, felt kinda foolish, but I’d had me some fun. Got to thinkin’ bout Miss Daisy, brung a tear to my eye. I’d done bought her fond memories from the years gone by. |