Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Buyer Beware

I was on my way home and saw
A yard sale, so I stopped to look.
Beth was with my mother-in-law,
Out lunching in some little nook.
An oak rocking chair caught my eye.
It would be perfect in the den.
"How much for it?" I asked the guy.
"Gotta beat one hundred and ten;"
"Some lady was here and bid that."
Ten bucks more and I bought the chair.
Someone approached where we were at.
"That's the gal you beat out right there."

"Oh, no," I said, feeling some strife,
Because I'd just out bid my wife.