Yeah Bazzar

Day 22

In a quaint part of England
In a field thats Green and bright
Comes a gathering of peoples
Some I gather had late nights

Journeyed from many kindoms
From all land thats near and far
To find themselves some treasures
From the magical Bazzar

The colours of the stalls
shine in the morning rays
The wares are all so magical
For the eager folk will pay

And in the centre of this place
a Taven sells sweet drinks
and wenches serve many folks
amonst the yawns and winks

More folk do wander in

under a cloudless sky
and people rush to the sound
Of greensleeves fast and high

Now in a sheltered corner
Not far from the latrines
A lady sells her wares
To a man just wearing green

He is asking bout purchase
and he haggles and does plea
And says he wont make money
On bay thats known as E

I'm not here to make you money
Said the Lady at the stall
Its only one pound fifty
You really have the gall

You offered me just pence
causing me to fret with worries
its a brand new telephone
its over twenty on the old Curry's

Oh my! said the lady vender
Some people are so strange
even if the ware is free
they still would ask for change.

My ware are oh so magical
And sparkle in the sun
If it wasn't for some customers
This bazaar would be more fun