A market, one you’ve never seen,
Floats nebulous in space,
Like a food truck, ever changing
Schedules, time and place.
It stocks the common market fare
But on a stellar scale,
And stars come out to hawk their goods
And shine, For sale! For sale!
There’s fresh-churned cream and milky treats
And stands of boxed cigars,
Assorted hats, sombreros too,
Sunflower ion bars.
Even tadpoles can be found
If one knows where to look,
And pretty pinwheels on display
With comet tails and hook.
The giant rings are quite a sight
And always draw a crowd,
While earrings made of silver pearls
Will make an owner proud.
Come buy! Come look!
Just take a peek,
Admission’s usually free,
So much to see, a feast for eyes,
A cosmic gallery.