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