Cecily

Psychically I stare into your head
See a slice of wholemeal bread
This means you’re hungry
I predict the moment of your birth
When you were washed up on the earth
It is your birthday
Cecily, I have telepathy
It means I know where you’ll be staying
The games that you like playing
And I predict you’ll soon fall for me
Cecily, I feel you wanting me
I can see us married by the sea
Having children two or three
It will be blissful
But I detect a changing in your eye
It makes me feel like I might die
It is confusing!
Cecily, curse this clairvoyancy!
It means I know that you’ll dislike me
And act in ways to spite me
And I predict eventually
Cecily, you will be leaving me