The market on a Saturday
Oh so many people, waiting to pay
The fruit stands are filled with people and kids
And plastic containers with polka dot lids
The butchers shop is on the other side
You could see him chopping a chicken a foot wide
The vegetables are frozen
The ripe fruits are chosen
A small girl cries MAMA MAMA!
As if she was in a dramatic drama
The girl finds her mom and hugs her close
And then they see a sign saying” going to the coast”
The children at the snack place are running around
And one moves like a crazy clown
“A Bee a Bee!” they yell
And one kid ran so fast he almost fell
This is a Saturday Market
The market
By Nitya
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Poems
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