Very:Light Verse

Was so proud of my poetry,

Thought rich and famous I would be,

Went to a prophet, said, "Old man,

predict my future if you can."

I held my breath so anxiously

As he gazed in his crystal ball,

He started, "Thy fate I can see--"

I asked, "When will I get the call

to take my place among the Bards?"

He shook his head and answered me,

"Thy future lies in greeting cards."