by Valkyrie
One day at a pet shop,
I met a man selling dogs,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some blogs.
“Got any blogs?” asked I.
“For that’s how I’ll spend my money.”
“No blogs here!” said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
“We’ve got some lovely fish,
I’ll give you a very fine price.”
“I’d rather have some rock sunfish.”
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally grumpy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn’t what I would call stumpy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I’m a bit mean.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty philistine.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the pet shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
“I can help you I believe.”
“Dogs, blogs, you shall find.
Fish, rock sunfish, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Pet Shop Market.
So to Pet Shop Market I decided to go,
In search of the blogs I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling rings,
Cats 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 mean
I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all philistine.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, “For you, I have some blogs!”
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some fish and dogs.
“But how did you know?” I asked,
“Do you want them or not?” she did say.
Silently, the blogs she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?