"Kuranda Markets"

T-shirts and sandals and funny looking candles

To market! To market! To buy me a pig!
In poke, in a moke , in a diggerri jig
With a bunji banana, a candy floss fig
And say 'ello vera to 'er on the stage
With her rastafa hair
It's all the rage.
Don't be incensed by the smell
We've got God as well.
Yes the treasures of Bali, of Mexico too,
Filipino exoticos,a Kurd and a Jew,
A genuine Hippy, a  Yuppie or two.
Sweet smell of excess
And of chicken manure.
But in Taiwan shades
The illusion fades,
Fewer and fewer
The 'locally mades
More and More
From Singapore.
But sauce up your burger! And jangle your bangle!
Buy Bangladesh sandal! Sicilian candle!
Buy this! And buy that ! Have your fortune told !
Cross the palms with silver ! Plate Kuranda gold !.

by Victor Barker