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