One day at a weapons shop I met a man selling bricks
For money he offered some swords
But I really wanted some figs
Like others he thought I was odd,
But before the weapon shop I could leave
He said “I can help you I believe”
Bricks, Figs, you shall find
Swords, Rings you can get
You must now open your mind
And get down to St. Thor’s Market
There were stalls selling rings
Gems in many shades
There were even stalls selling wings
People here and there of different trades
Before I could open my mouth
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She shouted “For you I have Figs”
I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.
“But how did you know?” I asked,
“Do you want them or not?” she did say.
Silently, the figs she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.