There is a psychic, Tarot card reader,fortune telling,/ witch.
that resides in the castle on the coast.
I`ll go and visit her to see if there is a future
if not , my life is toast.
I`ll cross her palm with silver,
(nothing rhymes with silver )
She`ll gaze into her crystal ball
but all I see, is nothing at all.
She goes into a trance
as her eyes begin to dance,
They roll inside her head
wailing words that can`t be said.
She said I am going on a trip.
she must be talking to her mother ship.
I think she`s on another planet
now she`s eating like a gannet.
She told me where my future lies…
I thought…. lies….lies….lies.
I am going to be the next president of Europe
sat on my noble steed, both my feet in the stirrup.
She came out of her trance
as I gave her a glance, I put on my hat
and kissed her cat,who hissed and hissed, stupid cat.
all that crap she`s just told me.
The future is not what it used to be.
THE FORTUNE TELLER LEFT A NOTE ON THE DOOR SAYING SHE WAS OUT AND DID NOT KNOW WHEN SHE WOULD BE BACK. hehehe.