When I checked the fridge, there was no food
And I could do nothing but drool
So I picked up my bag and went to the bazaar
A place which was very far.
Now rumors go around that it’s a strange place
With flying pots and a magical race
Funny shopkeepers with a mysterious past
And the shoppers there are never the last.
I saw a man breathing fire, and a genie lamp
And the atmosphere over there was pretty damp
People placing bets on theories and watching shows
An auction being held which got everyone on their toes.
Seeing everything there put me in shock
Guess I forgot what I was there for!
