The oracle

Oh friend my mother has often told me,
About the oracle; i tell as she told,

A drop in the bucket calamity,
Fell on a hardup fellow,

He had a knife out in a flash,
And held it to my throat

He ran to the priest,
In no time the wheel was repaired

He's very down to earth,
He thought there will be hell to, pay,

It was a toss-up for the priest,
Because he arrived out of the blues,

immediately priest started consultation,
Incantation, and speach off the cuff,

Mission impossible, said the oracle,
Back to the drawing board,

What is the matter priest?
Backing up the wrong tree,

Why is your thinking; the sky the limit?
No oracle on the roof priest,

Unheard of the oracle voice,
Make man look up.

Reviews

[Bluefire]

This piece comes off as Mystical to me.
It's a story, yet kind of strange. I like that.
It was pretty good.
Well done. ^^

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. Thank you for penning...:)