Write a four line poem about: speed.
The strawberries were sold by 8:40 (I think. I was too busy to notice the exact time).
All but one of the raspberry pints were gone by mid-morning (that last one hung out for a long, long time by itself. I was feeling rather bad for it until someone finally came along and rescued it).
I have no idea when the last Moroccan mint plant sold (I don't think I personally sold any of the five we brought).
The last bag of snow peas... mid-morning maybe? Hard to say (again, too busy with cherries to notice the time).
The last three pounds of cherries sat on the table for probably twenty minutes. Then a guy came along and bought all of them - marking their sellout point at 12:40.
So for the last twenty minutes of the market we were down to one table (from the three we started with), selling nothing but my cards and prints.
That was a good market.
Faster, faster, zoom, zoom,
That's another one gone!
We're all sold out so soon?
It isn't even dawn!