The poem describes the narrator's encounter with an energetic stranger at a grocery shop. While searching for some cheese ("choose"), the stranger directs the narrator to a market on George Street to find what they want. At the market, a peculiar lady immediately offers the narrator some cheese without them saying anything. When the narrator asks how she knew, the lady vanishes before being paid. The energetic encounters leave the narrator wondering about the strange events of the day.
The poem describes the narrator's encounter with an energetic stranger at a grocery shop. While searching for some cheese ("choose"), the stranger directs the narrator to a market on George Street to find what they want. At the market, a peculiar lady immediately offers the narrator some cheese without them saying anything. When the narrator asks how she knew, the lady vanishes before being paid. The energetic encounters leave the narrator wondering about the strange events of the day.
The poem describes the narrator's encounter with an energetic stranger at a grocery shop. While searching for some cheese ("choose"), the stranger directs the narrator to a market on George Street to find what they want. At the market, a peculiar lady immediately offers the narrator some cheese without them saying anything. When the narrator asks how she knew, the lady vanishes before being paid. The energetic encounters leave the narrator wondering about the strange events of the day.
by Anonymous One day at a grocery shop, I met a man selling shoes, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some choose.
"Got any choose?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money." "No choose here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely shirts,
I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some flirts." 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 energetic. Still he gave me a courteous nod, As if he thought I was plenty prophetic.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the grocery shop could I leave, The man came running full-hearted, "I can help you I believe."
"Shoes, choose, you shall find.
Shirts, flirts, you can get. You must now open your mind, And get down to George St Market.
So to George St Market I decided to go,
In search of the choose I craved. The winds it did eerily blow. But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling cats,
Rings in many shades. There were even stalls selling klatsch People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather energetic I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady. I wondered if she was at all prophetic.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some choose!" I headed towards her, to the south, Past some shirts and shoes. "But how did you know?" I asked, "Do you want them or not?" she did say. Silently, the choose she passed. Then vanished before I could pay.