A Stranger At The Millennium Market
One day at a cake shop, I met a man selling cookies, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some bookies. "Got any bookies?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No bookies 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 headaches." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally attractive, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call overactive, Great disdain he noticeably oozed. Like others, he thought I was odd, Some say I'm a bit tall. Still, he gave me a courteous nod, As if he thought I was plenty cool. So in search of my goal I departed, But before the cake shop could I leave, The man came running full-hearted, "I can help you I believe." "Cookies, bookies, you shall find. Cakes, headaches, you can get. You ...