One day at a magic shop,

I met a man selling cards,

For the money, he wanted to swap,

But I really wanted some bernards.

“Got any bernards?” asked I.

“For that’s how I’ll spend my money.”

“No bernards here!” said the guy.

He seemed to find it quite funny.

“We’ve got some lovely cakes,

I’ll give you a very fine price.”

“I’d rather have some snakes.”

The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally brainy,

And his manner was strangely amused.

He wasn’t what I would call zany,

The great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,

Some say I’m a bit charming.

Still, he gave me a courteous nod,

As if he thought I was plenty alarming.

So in search of my goal I departed,

But before the magic shop could I leave,

The man came running full-hearted,

“I can help you I believe.”

“Cards, bernards, you shall find.

Cakes, snakes, you can get.

You must now open your mind,

And get down to Gerrity’s Market.

So to Gerrity’s Market, I decided to go,

In search of the bernards, I craved.

The winds it did eerily blow.

But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling fruits,

Pies in many shades.

There were even stalls selling hoots

People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She seemed to be rather charming

I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.

I wondered if she was at all alarming.

Before I could open my mouth,

She shouted, “For you, I have some bernards!”

I headed towards her, to the south,

Past some cakes and cards.

“But how did you know?” I asked,

“Do you want them or not?” she did say.

Silently, the bernards she passed.

Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I heard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?

One day at a magic shop,

I met a man selling cards,

For the money, he wanted to swap,

But I really wanted some bernards.

“Got any bernards?” asked I.

“For that’s how I’ll spend my money.”

“No bernards here!” said the guy.

He seemed to find it quite funny.

“We’ve got some lovely cakes,

I’ll give you a very fine price.”

“I’d rather have some snakes.”

The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally brainy,

And his manner was strangely amused.

He wasn’t what I would call zany,

The great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,

Some say I’m a bit charming.

Still, he gave me a courteous nod,

As if he thought I was plenty alarming.

So in search of my goal I departed,

But before the magic shop could I leave,

The man came running full-hearted,

“I can help you I believe.”

“Cards, bernards, you shall find.

Cakes, snakes, you can get.

You must now open your mind,

And get down to Gerrity’s Market.

So to Gerrity’s Market, I decided to go,

In search of the bernards, I craved.

The winds it did eerily blow.

But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling fruits,

Pies in many shades.

There were even stalls selling hoots

People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She seemed to be rather charming

I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.

I wondered if she was at all alarming.

Before I could open my mouth,

She shouted, “For you, I have some bernards!”

I headed towards her, to the south,

Past some cakes and cards.

“But how did you know?” I asked,

“Do you want them or not?” she did say.

Silently, the bernards she passed.

Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I heard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?