One day at a food shop,
I met a man selling marbles,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some barbels.

"Got any barbels?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No barbels here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely bricks,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some knicks."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally kind,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call lined,
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 oddball.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the food shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."

"Marbles, barbels, you shall find.
Bricks, knicks, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to k Mart Market.

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

There were stalls selling rings,
Pasties in many shades.
There were even stalls selling flings
People were scattered from many trades

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

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

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

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