“Sold!”

An old, used television remote,

An ancient, worn, brown leather tote,

The items have traveled through,

Who knows where they're bound to?

Up come some, Oh!, and there they went!

Some special props for your junior Clark Kent.

And now starts up another rant,

For a sweater worn by Cary Grant.

The temporary halting place,

With a man who talks at record pace,

Sending items to you and you,

And for fifty dollars in the back, number twenty-two!