Poetry Contest Entry

The Bizarre Bazaar

~By Kasumi

The Bizarre Bazaar
Is a fascinating place.
People come from near and afar,
Just to see it's amazing face.
Its bizarreness attracts the crowd
Who throngs the stalls.
They listen to the jolly lauds
Permeating all the walls.
There is one store
Selling figurines made of dough.
Yet --- look! --- oozing from every pore
Is oil filled with incurable woe.
Another displays shining glass,
Inlaid with the richest of hues.
The seller has the features of a sea-bass,
At home with the theme of blue.
Medicines and herbs next,
The apothecary cloaked in black.
You cannot see his grim aspect
But you can hear his nasty clack-clack.
The stall beside the sea-bass keeper
Traps tiny fairies in demi-johns.
Their laughter becomes voices of a weeper,
Ingenuous locks have broken their pretty wands.
Tantalizing aromas of coffee and tea
Make hungry mouths water and drool.
But fried wasps and candied bee?
To enjoy their sting, find a stool.
To quench your thirst, the drinks ...
Served in goblets, sending acrid smoke
They soothe the shopping kinks
And turn your senses into Coke.
Finished with your continue, do continue.
There are dancers around.
However they are of the strangest revue:
They dance without sight, without sound.
Jugglers too, with their breathtaking skills.
Knives, pins, durian fruits and boulders.
All these things provides the thrills.
But be careful: your shoulders!
Plaintive wails of the medieval singers
Draws a contemplative group.
Their brows resemble those of thinkers,
They decide their fate, stirring vile soup.
If you are bored with meat and musics,
Take yourself to the children's section.
Stop your ears for the acoustics
And still your nerves for the auction!
Little children can delight themselves,
Playing at the petting zoo
Composed with tiny unicorns and elves.
They can knead and play with poo.
A small gift-shop to pander to little desires;
Dragon-eggs freshly-laid and tame,
Distored clay castles with sharp spires ...
Aren't they all cheap and same?
As you see and watch,
Biting into baked ant-pie and garden poison ivy.
Be alert with your pouch ...
Bulging ones arouse greed and envy.
As the day closes and night enters,
Collect the children and count your wares.
The Bazaar is being scrubbed with fragrant waters
And the sellers reduce their fares.
The Bizarre Bazaar
Is a fascinating place.
People come from near and afar,
Just to se its amazing face.

-finis-

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