One day at a grocery shop,
I met a man selling frames,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some games.
"Got any games?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No games here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely socks,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some squawk box."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally brainy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call zany,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit kind.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty streamlined.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the grocery shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."
"Frames, games, you shall find.
Socks, squawk box, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Barker's Market.
So to Barker's Market I decided to go,
In search of the games I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling chips,
Tights in many shades.
There were even stalls selling woodchips
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather kind
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all streamlined.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some games!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some socks and frames.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the games she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?