Clare Voyant sets her Sights
A lady named Clare earned her place in the lights, by rejecting the words of a psalm,
Attending a party, where she met a friend of a friend, and was reading his palm.
A week before that, the original friend, who had asked Clare along to that bash
Had phoned Clare, with chapter and verse on her friend. So the palm-read would be a rehash.
So Clare put it over, pretending to read all the info from her friend's friend's hand,
And using a bit of indefinite waffle, to loosely and vaguely expand,
On which indeterminate factor would alter if her subject followed a guide:
Ambiguous sets of instructions interpreted, keeping the stars all on side.
The subject, a ringmaster, got her a gig at the circus, to read people's brains,
And Clare conned them all, with a well-conceived ruse to financially augment some gains.
She asked everyone in the audience gathered, to write a one paragraph note,
On paper, and fold it, to place in a hat, like the aft gang aglay "secret vote."
The hat was then shaken, and one volunteer drew the first message out of the hat,
And gave it to Clare who then, while it was folded, recited the contents down pat
Of one message planted by Clare's own accomplice who sat, like the rest, in her chair.
Clare's plant said, "That's right." Then Clare opened the letter, as if to confirm what was there.
Pretending the one that she silently read was her plant's, Clare committed its news
To memory, then screwed it up, and awaited the next one. So Clare couldn't lose.
And so, by induction, she "knew" every message, while spouting the previous one,
Which wouldn't have worked, if her plant's had come first, but the chances of that were near none.
Miss Voyant ascended to stardom, with contracts to fill up the in-between spots,
On cable TV stations, telling her fans how to join the appropriate dots
Of stars, to discern what the future would hold for the people who really believe
The stuff that Miss Voyant made up, as she shared all the nonsense she had up her sleeve.
One girl with a brain once appeared on Clare's show, just to prove her advice wasn't right,
And Clare blew her stack, saying, "You non-believer! Get out of my second foresight!"
The cameras broadcasted the first exposition of Clare Voyant's long running scam.
With most of the viewers addicted to movies, the networks did not give a damn.