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The Cunning Stranger at Dragon's Lair - A Narrative Poem

The Cunning Stranger at Dragon's Lair - A Narrative Poem One day at a comic shop, I met a man selling cats, For the money, he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some bats. "Got any bats?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money (wow)." "No bats here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. This ain’t no zoo or pet store! "We've got some interesting comics, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some ergonomics." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The store owner said I got Batman # 7; The man said I’d rather have rabies. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call acetic, The great disdain he noticeably oozed. Like others, he thought I was odd, Some say I'm a bit cunning. Still, he gave me a courteous nod, As if he thought I was plenty stunning. In his hand was Spider-man # 5. In mint condition worth $1.000.00, what a fine; So in search of my goal I departed, But before the comic shop could I leave, The man came running full-hearted, "I can help you I believe." "Cats, bats, you shall not find. Comics, ergonomics, you can get. You must now open your mind, And get down to Dragon's Lair Comics. So to Dragon's Lair Comics, 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 comics, Role-playing cards many heroes shades. There were even stalls selling home economics People were scattered from many trades I was greeted by a peculiar lady, She seemed to be rather cunning I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady. I wondered if she was at all stunning. Before I could open my mouth, She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!" I headed towards her, to the south, Past some comics 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? Next door to the comic shop Acme Pet Store? For you see a pet bat, not a cat or a comic was I looking for
6/6/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.

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