Well, You Didn'T Predict That
Predicting tall dark strangers,
Houses near water or trees,
And all the usual stuff,
He makes a killing.
He claims to have second sight,
Is clairvoyant to the stars,
A local celebrity:
He has believers.
It caused much embarrassment,
When his caravan burnt down;
And he was caught in a loo
With another man!
(A true story ).
Jack Horne for Linda-Marie’s Crystal Ball contest
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