Fortune Teller

Beauty in the mirror

Cracked a little joke

About a Fortune Teller

His leg caught in a spoke

Who fell upon the pavement

Which took away his teeth

And left him looking ugly

In a pool of grief

‘If he knew the future’,

She said with a smile,

‘He would have missed the object

By a bloody mile’

Beauty came of age

Lines began to run

Flesh crept over flesh

Her nightmare had begun

The Fortune Teller whispered

Deep inside her ear

‘You’re a sight more ugly

Than I shall ever be my dear

I could have told your fortune

That your face would crack

You would live in misery

And have a heart attack

The spoke that I tripped on

Was made by fortune’s fool

Yours was made by nature

Which is far more bloody cruel’