One day at a warfare shop,
I met a man selling nukes,
For bucks he wanted to trade,
But I really needed some spooks.
“Got any spooks?” asked I.
“For that’s how I’ll spend my money.”
“No spooks 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 scary,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn’t what I would call cautionary,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I’m a bit intimidating.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty humiliating.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the warfare shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
“I can help you I believe.”
“Nukes, spooks, you shall find.
Cakes, snakes, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to humanitarian Market.
So to humanitarian Market I decided to go,
In search of the spooks I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling hopes,
Whim in many shades.
There were even stalls selling topes
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather intimidating
I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all humiliating.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, “For you, I have some spooks!”
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some cakes and nukes.
“But how did you know?” I asked,
“Do you want them or not?” she did say.
Silently, the spooks she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?