THE MIST

"Cats, bats, you shall find.

Checkers, woodpeckers, you can get.

You must now open your mind,

And get down to ville Market.

So to ville Market I decided to go,

In search of the bats I craved.

The winds it did eerily blow.

But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling cards,

Messiles in many shades.

There were even stalls selling shipyards

People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She seemed to be rather tilly

I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.

I wondered if she was at all frilly.

Before I could open my mouth,

She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!"

I headed towards her, to the south,

Past some checkers and cats.

"But how did you know?" I asked,

"Do you want them or not?" she did say.

Silently, the bats she passed.

Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I heard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?