Madam Fortune-teller

Smouldering eyes look deep within
Hearts of loving kindness
Or of hatred deadly poison
Close your eyes
If you have secrets
For everything escapes
Through the window to your soul
Or sleeps within

She is a fortune teller, a seer
She looks into a crystal ball
And see your past
Look at your future
If you are not careful
And think she is a fool
You will suffer misfortune
Like stumbling into the ditch

She is no witch
She is as beautiful as she can be
Her pinkish red and brown hair
Makes her look so fair
Her blue glittery fingernails
Will make you stare
Her lips coloured sheer coral
Look ready for a kiss

She is gowned in black satin
All frilly at the end
The burst of colours
On her sequinned head band
Holds her coloured hair in
If you are a man
You want to run your hands through it
Women want to shear it

So come one come all
Get your palms read by the gypsy queen
All colourful in black satin      
Her eyes rounded with black kohl
Her nimble fingers touching the crystal ball
Will fascinate you most of all
Before she tells your fortune
What your future holds

Please leave your donation at the door
Make it generous, a hundred will do


*Ps. Kitty, lets make that fortune.*