I came across an eight
ball
That was lying on the
ground
It grew its magic words
Just waiting to be found
Ask me a question
And with a shake
My words will freshen
I sat in thought
With my question near
In this world
Why have fear
It’s a good question
That you have asked
But on this one
I will have to pass
I looked up above
And saw a beautiful dove
Which made me ask
Will I ever find love
With a shake
The magic 8 ball
gave off new words
saying you will find love
on October the 3rd
An answer indeed
But now it is a year
That I need
But the Magic 8 ball
Gave me nothing
But a promise
That I would find
something
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
