One day at a shop,
I met a man selling dresses,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some vessels.
"Got any vessels?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No vessels here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely tights,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some floodlights."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally calm,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call aplomb,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit intelligent.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty unintelligent.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the dress shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you, I believe."
"Dresses, vessels, you shall find.
Tights, floodlights, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Camden Market.
So to Camden Market I decided to go,
In search of the vessels I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling chips,
Pasties in many shades.
There were even stalls selling zips
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather intelligent
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all unintelligent.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some vessels!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some tights and dresses.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the vessels she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
I met a man selling dresses,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some vessels.
"Got any vessels?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No vessels here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely tights,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some floodlights."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally calm,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call aplomb,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit intelligent.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty unintelligent.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the dress shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you, I believe."
"Dresses, vessels, you shall find.
Tights, floodlights, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Camden Market.
So to Camden Market I decided to go,
In search of the vessels I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling chips,
Pasties in many shades.
There were even stalls selling zips
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather intelligent
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all unintelligent.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some vessels!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some tights and dresses.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the vessels she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
