The Nanny-Nap

SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS

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suggests the topic 'Rest'.

THE NANNY-NAP

(An Acrostic)

Retirees need a little rest
Every afternoon.
Snoozing briefly suits us best.
This habit is a boon.

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I could have written a great deal more

Were I not ready for a snore!

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FORETELLING

I tried my hand at foretelling, once, many moons ago,

Although the art of foretelling was something I didn't know.

My school (I was then in Zimbabwe) was having an annual fair,

And I agreed to be the Gypsy telling fortunes there.

I sat in a rather spooky cave, dressed-up in Gypsy gear,

With a crystal ball on a table, shining rotund and clear.

I was only fooling, as I have no psychic powers,

But I told peoples' fortunes for cash for several hours.

I worked this way; I looked into the ball with solemn gaze

And simply let my mind roll on in all sorts of fantastic ways.

Then I said, in a rather hollow voice, something like 'Aha!

I can see a relation here, who doesn't know where you are.'

I was never too specific, and I gauged, by the reply,

Whether I'd hit the jackpot or should let this chance go by.

If a puzzled look was all I got, I'd try another tack,

But if there was recognition I'd continue down the track.

'That must be my cousin from England!' someone might gulp and say;

'I've been meaning to write to him ever since I came away!'

Then, armed with this little titbit, I'd continued to fabricate

And, almost every time, it seemed, my sitter took my bait.

It was all too easy, that's why, ever since that day,

I've seriously doubted psychics, suspecting feet of clay.

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