Midnight.
First of May.
Wash your hair in dew and gaze into a mirror
(Careful! Don't break it!)
There he is. A tall dark handsome stranger
En route to Porlock.
Hand the cat (black, naturally)
To a neighbour and escort the
Stranger to Vegas,
Where, touch wood,
Your lucky dime will
Accrue, for you, a
MASSIVE fortune.
If not, head into the sunset with a shovel
And track down a rainbow.
Position yourself at its end,
Throw salt over your left shoulder, and
DIG!
If Mercury is in the ascendant and
Cassandra on holiday, you
WILL find that pot of gold
Stuffed with enough
Shiny silver sixpences to ensure
You will, if you're lucky,
Live
Happily
Ever
After
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