Introducing The Dutch Market....

This poem consists of: Four quatrains, a sestet, a septet and an octet, internal rhymings and end rhymings. Introducing the Dutch market of the last two decade.....thank you, Sylvia Frances Chan. As I was wandering through the marketplace this morn so many mangoes fresh from Ecuador forlorn a few minutes longer, they'll grow stronger then so delicate the sweet smell of caramel, then my eyes were caught by a small street.... Chilling! Mocca ice cream and more...a real treat the man offered to me, I refused, fear that I 'll walk on devil's street, abused he forced me too, I disappeared no excuse is it reality, or am I dreaming, it's no use.... I was still walking through the immense crowd my favourite saleswoman, a Vietnamese was standing there with her delicatese the heavenly smell ages not known I waited for my lumpias till she baked them brown When coming home, so surreal no appetite anymore in my stomache, that-appeal! Every Tuesday 'n Saturday there's market here you can buy every snack and drink, no liquor, no beer a peaceful cosy crowd, you can walk through languidly no drunken drivers, beggars or pick-pockettee they're selling all kinds a hallogeen, a classic one or any led-lamp-shines also french fries, fried fish and Indonesian spicy rice new acquaintances, seen only once, never twice where the market stands, is the municipal's ground once you'll visit this place, your heart is bound to all the smells and odors of alll kinds of taste also delicious dark chocolates, they are no waste the taste is black precious and delicate sweet-bitter pieces, they're intricate I and my alter ego soon the market is open from eight till four at noon now you know how the market is here time flies, hours disappear like seconds, dear I forgot to mention the famous Dutch cheese when you make a photo, always say this last word, please Pipi © Sylvia Frances Chan Copyright Protected AD. Tuesday 5 March 2013 as published on Poetfreak @ 4.35 hrs. W.E.Time.