Post-Slavery Auction Bravery

Martin Luther King Junior, he had a dream,

Just like David Dickinson, of his Dealing Team,

And like Tim Wonnacott, of antiques to redeem,

Michael Aspel of his Roadshow, at the age of sixteen,

But back to MLK, revolutionary of his day,

Under the hammer of oppression, a racist game of croquet,

Going once, going twice, Rosa Parks refused to obey,

After plucking up the courage, Big Mart began to say,

'I dream of equality in the auction room,

A place where my children won't be judged by their costume,

But by the antiques they possess, and the money they assume,

Lots of cash in their attics, respect would be presumed',

But by increasing bids, he began to get unnerved,

His maximum bid was increased, it was observed,

He desperately wanted his lot to be preserved,

But there's a lesson to be learnt here, always put on a reserve...

Author's Note

Thanks to my grandparents for helping me to discover tim wonnacott, and papa jacob for several profile pictures and youtube based memories...

Reviews

[Jimmy Toots]

Sounds like blueberry is getting bored of her own stuff :L and if your a rascist, picture yourself in the ring with Mike Tyson in his prime... yeah thought so who's the master race in that scenario, in there your the n****r.

[BlueberryKisses]

Nice poem, its good to see people writing poems that are not typical, like about love and heart-break ect. great write :) x

[BigDaddySiddle]

hahhahahaha :L good shniddens :P back to BigDaddySiddle now though!!!!!!!!!!