the Amazing Mort

We had a prophet in our trailer court His sign said “the Amazing, Seer, Mort” He told fortunes all day long Some predictions were decidedly strong A few naysayers tried to chase him away But the rest of us mobbed up and insisted he stay I will be a queen in my next reincarnated life The woebegone neighbor will soon be rid of her strife The block’s meandering husband will soon come back Mort the magician’s predictions have nothing to lack We are all uplifted, when he reads our palm and face. His prophecies are marvelous, full of lightness and grace.