The traders traded funny looks
As the butcher butchered hanging his hooks.
The baker baked in the summer sun
As the barman barred folks from having fun.
The preacher preached to the already converted
As the musician mused with genres subverted.
The cyclist recycled her carrier bags
As the locals located hidden price tags.
The diners dined out on secondhand tales
As the grocer grossed out with grubby nails.
The florist floored folks with an array of colours
As the market marked its territory with a gorgeous odour.
© Carl Burkitt 2017