Castle Calibre

If you want to be called a "duck"
And get your bargains by the lot,
The head to the darker side of town.
Where they're "rate" willing to do you a deal
On meat, cigs or even steel.

"12 for a fiver, 2 for a pound"
A working class breeding ground
Out looking to earn a crust.
There's your Northern Dell boys
but keep an eye out for Fulton's Fagin.

They;ll have you when you're not watching
So grip your bag and hold on tight,
for the rocky road of Castle Markets delights.
Get yourself a dodgy charger,
For half the price if you're willing to barter.

Watch out for the oncoming traffic
The convoy of buggies will ram you down.
Their sovereign clad drivers
will take no prisoners,
championing the pavements for mothers and kids.

Chavs perch on the security fencing
Like twitching pigeons they survey their lot.
Their peaked caps like open beaks
dominating the streets
ready to take on their next feat.

Its a no frills job
down the darker end of town
where eccentrics and townies find common ground.
So shed some light on your dull assumptions
and get to grips with Castle Markets customs.