A quick glance into the reflecting waters of a shopping mall wishing well has revealed the future to Nostradamus, or at least a portent or two thereof. Will any come to pass? Some where, some time, in an as yet undisclosed universe, they already have.

 

 

The Gorgeous One reflects at length

Upon his beauty and his strength

More exquisite than his missus

Behold the flower of narcissus

 

The earth will cool, the ice will swell

But Goremen still insist to tell

That CO2 will kill us all

If not this Spring then surely Fall

 

Obama says we are at war

With whom he says he isn’t sure

So airport screeners lounge at ease

Examining our BVDs

 

In Boston town of liberal fame

A Coakley kiss protects the flame

But voters turn the smile to frown

As Boston beans are done-up Brown