Auctioneer from Even Clothed by Marmalakes

The auctioneer, he spoke it clear
After running back in from the rear
Of the words, learned, turned into stirring ramble

Presenting hatted at a stand
A podium hinging his hand
But his tongue, young, flung out his whirring timbre

The farmer was a schoolboy once
The carpool painter, a naval paver
The tractor reins, strange, are easier to handle
Than the flag arms up, abrupt, quickly with candor

His spit chimes out of speakered poles
Amplifying silver teeth
Feeding back, slack, smacks the Ross Point Picnic

Lensed eyes lean over styrofoam
For final bites of neighbor pies
Chewing on the rattles roam
Adhesive teeth, creep, sweetly wide

More than all
More than all to
More than all to me
An auctioneer, an auctioneer
More than all to me

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