In a quaint town, where chairs were prized,
An auction drew two women's eyes,
Not for the seats, but a peculiar sight,
They sought bricks, a unique delight.
Amidst the wooden frames and velvet cushions,
Their quest was unconventional, a fun mission,
While bidders fought for antique recliners,
They craved the feel of sturdy pavers.
One with a vision, the other a dream,
To build a garden wall, a haven it seemed,
Where flowers would climb and birds would sing,
A sanctuary, their haven, a bricked sanctuary.
As the auctioneer's voice filled the air,
They whispered plans, a duo unaware,
Of the curious stares and puzzled looks,
Their minds on patterns and masonry books.
Bricks, not chairs, were their heart's desire,
A unique find, a creative fire,
In a sea of bidders, they stood apart,
Ready to build their artistic art.
And when the auction's gavel fell,
Their treasure secured, a tale to tell,
With bricks in hand, they walked away,
Two women, a chair auction's unique play.