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