The old spooky Tarot Reader

The old spooky Tarot Reader

The tarot reader spoke with grace,

Soon money’s coming, to your place.

Her cards laid out in shadows deep,

A promise made, no time to sleep.

I held my breath, and soon I knew,

The words she spoke would all come true.

A twist of fate, a lucky turn,

For wealth, I wait, as candles burn.

Two long years have passed me by,

Not a penny won, it makes me cry.

I think she cheated me that night,

I lost my cash, her future bright.

Giving money is no guarantee,

It’s you who loses the reader’s fee.

She was the winner she made fifty quid

I should have put my money down a grid