The Careful Stranger At West Market

One day at a jewellery shop,

I met a man selling necklaces,

For the money, he wanted to swap,

But I really wanted a bracelet.

"Got any bracelets?" asked me.

"For that's how I'll spend my money."

"No bracelet here!" said the guy.

He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely rings,

I'll give you a very fine price."

"I'd rather have some kings."

The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally rich,

And his manner was strangely amused.

He wasn't what I would call kitsch,

The great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,

Some say I'm a bit careful.

Still, he gave me a courteous nod,

As if he thought I was plenty gerful.

So in search of my goal I departed,

But before the jewellery shop could I leave,

The man came running full-hearted,

"I can help you I believe."

"Necklace, bracelet, you shall find.

Rings, kings, you can get.

You must now open your mind,

And get down to west Market.

So to west Market, I decided to go,

In search of the bracelet I craved.

The winds it did eerily blow.

But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling gems,

Jewels in many shades.

There were even stalls selling Thames

People were scattered from many trades.

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She seemed to be rather careful

I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.

I wondered if she was at all gerful.

Before I could open my mouth,

She shouted, "For you, I have some bracelets!"

I headed towards her, to the south,

Past some rings and necklace.

"But how did you know?" I asked,

"Do you want them or not?" she did say.

Silently, she passed.

Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I heard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?