And came that man from yonder hill
Sporting wares of foreign lands
His trinkets gold and leather brown
His moustache taught and a face a frown

One thunderous boot in-front the next
He thudded down the line
Past tavern, stock and maid alike
He settled next to mine

Oh! and what a stall he did boast
Guests once at mine became a ghost
Rings and swords and sparkling stone
Owned stuff of legend never shown

Until that day I’d not believe
The things that I did see
Till wealth of goods were laid out wide
All careful, prim and full of pride

‘Twas then he called his booming voice
In foreign tongue, strange words of choice
‘Ladies, Lords please gather here
I boast a story for your ear’

‘Two locks of hair I have obtained
Whilst battling with a Centaurs main
This vile here, please do see
Contains a dose of Dragons wee’

‘I hear you scream, I believe you not!
But for this I was prepared
See gaze upon my looking sphere
View where I was before was here’

And so we gazed and we did see
The dragon that produced the wee
And that trader's tan-strong hand
Battling centaurs ‘cross the land

For many minutes we did stare
On creatures, beasts and maidens fair
Until we heard a thunderous boot
Making off with all the loot

For this man was no trader
But, infact, a time-space invader
His wares were fake, he was no slayer
The looking sphere a video player

And so this tale shall close with warning
To all folks in past times adorning
Amulets and armour, stuff of myth
‘Twas all bought in W.H Smith

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