The market was a burst of monetary activities.
Wares were neatly displayed to attract levities.
Appetites were raised with food enticing.
Every corner was loaded with goods attracting.
Some shouted calling people to their ware.
They needed you their goodies to be aware.
Routes were left between the enticing rows.
Customers walked the aisles with their basket in tows.
Noise intermingled to form untellable din.
You cocked your ears just to hear from the kin.
It was a market ripen for great exchange.
One sorted requirements for their hard earned change.
Different means brought people and goods to market.
There were cars, lorries and many others, I picket.
Donkeys rolled in, at the tow a heavy cart.
Others had bags balanced on their backs better the cat.
Riders with strokes caned them like lunatics.
Foaming at the mouth, the animals farted in gymnastics.
Their sorry state was something worth my worry.
Yet they did their work without any demand for sorry.
It was a market ripen for great exchange.
One sorted requirements for their hard earned change.
One shaggy man rode one donkey like mad.
His strokes fell on its back and hurt so painful and bad.
The donkey pulled a ton of wares of different assortment.
Wares for ten donkeys were given one with allotment.
It had farted all the gas from its frail body.
The bruises were many on the body that was muddy.
Its neighs were like sending messages of distress.
Everybody could see the animal was in great stress.
It was a market ripen for great exchange.
One sorted requirements for their hard earned change.
Suddenly the animal stopped in its strides.
It turned back and threw the man up the rides.
Overturning the wares, it trampled on them with vengeance.
It cut it's strings to get the free well needed chance.
Then to the market it ran with bullet speed.
It devoured vegetables and fruits with greed.
Chasing everyone it scattered wares with determination.
It was ready for any consequences with determination.
It was a market ripen for great exchange.
One sorted requirements for their hard earned change.
Soon rangers came with bullets to kill.
The donkey was a menace in its thrill.
Yet when the donkey had them perceive.
It rolled on the ground for punishment to receive.
Silently the wardens held their fire.
They looked around baffled by the flare.
The owner of the donkey came limping like a fool.
The wardens looked at him with a sneer and a drool.
He was the cause of all that transpired.
The only thing was to jail him for what he had conspired.
It was a market ripen for great exchange.
One sorted requirements for their hard earned change.
