The Illusionist

The Illusionist The illusionist is a clever man, With an assistant aiming to distract. He attempts to confuse us when he can As we conspire to believe his act. With his props and patter we are entranced And then applaud when objects disappear. Although we know it is not done by chance As the conjurer charms his volunteer. And so we believe our congenial host Who plays upon our curiosity. And collude with those who would like to boast That inside our minds they contrive to see. But if we knew the secrets of his trade. (Really having something in his sleeve). Would we disbelieve his refined charade When we are so willingly deceived? Should we be so naive and innocent, When others will beguile, with false intent? Barry Stebbings 16/10/2016