The Missing Key: A poem by Zelenia

The Missing Key

One day at a missing key shop,

i met a man selling man,

For money he wanted to swap,

But I really wanted some nan.

"Got any nan?" asked I.

"For that's how I'll spend my money."

"No nan here!" said the guy.

He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely woman,

I'll give you a very fine price."

"I'd rather have some councilwoman."

The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally mysterious,

And his manner was strangely amused.

He wasn't what I would call imperious,

Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,

Some say I'm a bit love.

Still he gave me a courteous nod,

As if he thought I was plenty xxxiv.

So in search of my goal I departed,

But before the missing key shop could I leave,

The man came running full-hearted,

"I can help you I believe."

"Man, nan, you shall find.

Woman, councilwoman, you can get.

You must now open your mind,

And get down to industry .

So to industry I decided to go,

In search of the nan I craved.

The winds it did eerily blow.

But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling rings,

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 love

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

I wondered if she was at all xxxiv.

Before I could open my mouth,

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

I headed towards her, to the south,

Past some woman and man.

"But how did you know?" I asked,

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

Silently, the nan she passed.

Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?

~Zelenia