By Samruddhi Vinod Ghumare
One day at a pet shop,
I met a man selling tights,
For money, he wanted to swap,
But I wanted a snow globe.
"Got any snow globe?"I asked.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No snow thingy here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely pies,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some flies."
The man ran and blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally impatient,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call,
Great disdain he noticed oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit impatient.
Still, he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I had plenty
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you, believe me."
"Tights, snow thingy, you shall find.
Pies, toys, you can get.
You must now open your mind
And get down to Camden Market.
So to Camden Market, I went,
In search of the snow globe, I craved.
The winds it did bizarrely blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling socks,
Socks in many shades.
There were even stalls selling pox
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather impatient
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted,
"For you, I have some snow globes!"
I headed towards her, to the north,
Past some pies and tights
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she said
Silently, the globe, she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away, I heard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
She gave me two as a gift
And gave an address and wrote come home my dear darling.
By Samruddhi Vinod Ghumare
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