That Is Some Hydraulic Brakes

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