The Amazing Stranger At West St.
A Narrative Poem by Zuzanna
One day at a clothing shop,
I met a man selling dresses,
For the money, he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some messes.
'Got any messes?' asked I.
'For that's how I'll spend my money.'
'No messes here!' said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
'We've got some lovely cakes,
I'll give you a very fine price.'
'I'd rather have some snakes.'
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally brainy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call zany,
The great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit amazing.
Still, he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty blazing.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the clothing shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
'I can help you I believe.'
'Dresses, messes, you shall find.
Cakes, snakes, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to West St Market.
So to West St Market, I decided to go,
In search of the messes I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling many,
Things in many shades.
There were even stalls selling McKinney
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather amazing
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all blazing.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, 'For you, I have some messes!'
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some cakes and dresses.
'But how did you know?' I asked,
'Do you want them or not?' she did say.
Silently, the messes she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I heard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
By Zuzanna Musial
Note: The photo might be copyrighted but it does not say to whom.
© 2019 Zuzanna
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