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