One day at a Cake shop,
I met a woman selling candy,
For money she wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some brandi.
"Got any brandi?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No brandi here!" said the woman.
She seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely brownies,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some mounties."
The woman blinked rapidly thrice.
The woman seemed exceptionally slender,
And her manner was strangely amused.
She wasn't what I would call transgender,
Great disdain she noticeably oozed.
Like others, she thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit fatty.
Still she gave me a courteous nod,
As if she thought I was plenty batty.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the Cake shop could I leave,
The woman came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."
"Candy, brandi, you shall find.
Brownies, mounties, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Begawan Market.
So to Begawan Market I decided to go,
In search of the brandi I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling rings,
Coffee in many shades.
There were even stalls selling wings
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather fatty
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all batty.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some brandi!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some brownies and candy.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the brandi she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
