🌜Moon Child🌛

One day at a pie shop,
I met a man selling pies,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some revise.

“We’ve got some lovely cats,
I’ll give you a very fine price.”
“I’d rather have some katz.”
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally brainy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn’t what I would call zany,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I’m a bit busy.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty fizzy.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the pie shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
“I can help you I believe.”

“Pies, revise, you shall find.
Cats, katz, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Barker’s Market.

So to Barker’s Market I decided to go,
In search of the revise I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling chips,
Bricks in many shades.
There were even stalls selling airships
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather busy
I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all fizzy.

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, “For you, I have some revise!”
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some cats and pies.

“But how did you know?” I asked,
“Do you want them or not?” she did say.
Silently, the revise she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I heard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?

~TheCherryBomb….