THE PREDICTION
The stout
Know-it-all
Stood pondering...
She imagined
She
Saw the
Future.
Fancied hrtself
A fortune teller!
In her mind
It was
All clear
The answers
To questions of
Life
And in life.
She rubbed
Her hands together
Relishing
A secret in
The future.
For, she was
Of
A wicked mind
And blackened
Heart...
She herself
Was a kind
Of tart!
Finally, she
Left her spot
And stood
By a railing...
Then leaning
Over in a
Fake trance
She foretold
A jump!
Down she
Went
Losing her
Balance.
So was the
End
Of the
Nutty wicked
Fortune teller!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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