PERUSING THE PALM
'Cross my palm with silver!' so they said in days gone by;
Gypsies in the Fairground, who chance to catch your eye.
'Let me tell your fortune!', 'Your palm holds all the clues!
'Come on, let me read your hand! What have you to lose?'
And we'd cross their palms with silver, and hold our hands out wide,
And let them trace the lines thereon, for what had we to hide?
So they started with the life-line, that long arc to the thumb,
Saying 'Look at this! It clearly shows you've many years to come!'
'Your index finger indicates strong qualities' they said;
'An upright middle finger? Independence lies ahead.'
If you were a female, they'd turn your hand and linger
Over the little lines they saw beneath the little finger;
These clearly indicated the offspring you'd produce!
There were so many things the palmist could deduce!
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I once dressed as a palmist; it was at a local fete;
And many were the outstretched palms I had to contemplate!
I didn't believe a word of it so I merely fabricated,
But my customers believed me and the stories I created!
'There are more things in Heaven and Earth' .....of that there is no doubt,
But palmistry's a 'sleight of hand' that we can do without!
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A grandmother's minding her grandson
And he's playing out in the yard.
'Ouch!' he cries as he kicks a stone,
Unintentionally…. hard!
Howls and screaming rend the air
And Grandma rushes out.
He's done himself a damage,
She hasn't any doubt.
'Where have you hurt yourself, my love?
Show me where it's sore!
Grandma will kiss it better
Then it wont hurt any more.'
He holds up a foot,still sobbing,
And quite engulfed by grief.
'It's my toe' he cries, amid hiccups;
'It's the one that eats roast beef!'
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