One day at a cake shop,
I met a man selling crisps,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some wisps.

"Got any wisps?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No wisps 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 supplies."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally powerful,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call flowerful,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit special.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty especial.

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."

"Crisps, wisps, you shall find.
Pies, supplies, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Conner shop Market.

So to Conner shop Market I decided to go,
In search of the wisps I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling rings,
Lavender in many shades.
There were even stalls selling wings
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather special
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all especial.

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some wisps!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some pies and crisps.

"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the wisps she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?