By @naomimrshl
A Change of Career

One day, I went shopping down Pennywise Lane.
I went just to look
Cause there was no money to spend.

The honey man smiled as he brewed his mead.
And the baker salted her dough
While she pummeled her knead.
The flower man picked me a posie bright pink,
And I thanked him with a peck on the cheek.

I stopped to sniff my flower so fine,
While I watched a rich man get a shoe-shine.
A little boy, play'n the recorder,
Danced up the lane to deliver an order
Of chocolate liquor
To the candy store corner
Where, we could stand and watch...
And judge the state of the fudge.

After that, I followed my ears to the music shop
But, on the way, the
Curio Cupboard
Caused my feet to stop.

High up, on a shelf, was a curious sight
It looked like a cup
But was shaped like a knight.

Dressed in full and glorious armor...
It certainly was not a farmer!

And yet, the little fella, had a round face, like a frizbee,
And his eyes sparkled
Just like a, brilliant candleabree!

Along the curve of his handle
Laced the dangle
Of a snake.
And a shamrock took center stage
On the knight's breast olate.
Intrigued,I bravely tapped the window
And pointed to the mug up yonder.

When the curious, curio, curator
Brought the thing down to her table,
And motioned me to come unside,
I didn't hesitate to comply.

She smiled and explained...
Without be'n smug  
"It's St. Peter... in the fashion of a Toby Jug!"

I'd never heard of such a thing
And had to sit down to take it all in.

"They make little hollow, statues
Then dress em up and attach little handles?
And, on top of all that,"
I said with ardor,
"I'd get to drink tea
From his boots to his hat!"

The lady nodded and smiled at me...
"Usually, my dear, they drink ale or mead.
But, mostly folks collect em...
It's a hobby, don't you see?"

"Everything I sell here is a gift of love for someone...
It shows your deary you care bout their opinion!"

And that's how I came
To give up my tractor
And learn to become a Curios, Curio, Curator.
.............  
For my friend, Joe,
I leave
An eyeball
A diamond
And a rowdy crow