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