The Find

The find
the bargain
the cap.

Hidden
at the back of the shelf.

Charity shop laden with goodies
if you take the time
to browse and explore
to rummage and peep
in the nooks and crannies.

A whole new hat
fitting well
for peanuts of peanuts
only one pound fifty.

Not enough
for this chapeaux
to be worn at an angle
jaunty to the eye

So of course
to barter up
was the name of the game
as I hand over
a crisp shiny fiver
and a smile

And, no
no bag for me thank
I’ll wear it out of the shop
on my bonce
and stand tall
with the elation
that can only come
with the thrill
of the find.