The Crazy Stranger At La La Land

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One day at a chocolate shop,
I met a man selling sweets,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some eats.

“Got any eats?” asked I.
“For that’s how I’ll spend my money.”
“No eats here!” said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

“We’ve got some lovely candy,
I’ll give you a very fine price.”
“I’d rather have some pandy.”
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally grumpy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn’t what I would call crumpy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I’m a bit crazy.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty lucchese.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the chocolate shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
“I can help you I believe.”

“Sweets, eats, you shall find.
Candy, pandy, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to La La Land Market.

So to La La Land Market I decided to go,
In search of the eats I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling rings,
Skittles in many shades.
There were even stalls selling wings
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather crazy
I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all lucchese.

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, “For you, I have some eats!”
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some candy and sweets.

“But how did you know?” I asked,
“Do you want them or not?” she did say.
Silently, the eats she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?

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About the Author: Ashish Walia

Writer | Poet | Traveler | Human

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