They shouted,
'Get your babies here'
They screamed,
'Fresh and young and right out of the womb'
Boys here and girls here', they screamed.
Teenagers and older women alike,
Men, too, browsed around,
'This one's cute, let's take him'
'No but I want a daughter around the house.'
I drove there looking form side to side,
No place to park my car,
I had to get there, quick, no doubt,
or the best ones will be gone to far.
My close friend, too, was with me,
She too wanted to see,
What the ruckus and hype was about,
Also babies fill her with glee.
The market was just outside our school
During the holidays, we delivered there,
We knew our babies would be gone,
For they were too cute, soft and fair.
As we reached there,
We saw our handler,
She stood proud as a horse,
She called us to the corner,
and showed us what she had kept out.
It was our babies, one boy one girl,
Giggling and gurgling with glee,
They seemed happy and healthy and fine,
We picked them up and held them finally.
And I wake up.