A Vendor’s Complaint

T’matoes T’matoes For 6 cents and not a nickel more Right off the vine You can still smell the earth on ’em “Hey pretty lady, won’t you by some t’matoes for your family” “No, I shan’t. I have no more money to spend in this place” “Me lady, I’ll drop the price for ya” “Oh”…

The Market

Early in the morning You can see them walking Up the streets to the shops They will gripe and bicker Stomp their foot at the seller All for a cent more A sigh rises into the air You can smell the despair Now they come One by one To see what Mr. Turnike has to…