Predictions
A soothsayer vigorously announced impending doom,
To the gathered townsfolk causing such gloom,
But when a lightning bolt struck
The predictor was out of luck,
Laughing, they swept him away with a broom.
Copyright © John Williams | Year Posted 2015
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