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