A Poem

​"Babbling Brooke!"


Whosoever may meet that person in life ~ destined to chatter away;

It'll be wished for them it doesn't happen on a hot Summer's day!

The town psychic, Brooke, befell a series of events quite strange;

It was the middle of July ~ and so many trains of thought she did rearrange. . .


Her tarot cards mysteriously disappeared, and Brooke cussed until her heart was sore;

The rune stones grew cold - and the mockingbird screamed Brooke would foretell the future "Nevermore!"

Worn out and saddened, Brooke went for a stroll by the river;

Lovers skirted by, but denied her request to be read for a fiver...