The Psychic and the Poet Meet

 

A psychic and a poet walk into a bar ... and, both feeling sparks flying, sit at the same table. After introducing themselves, the psychic asks the poet, "What are you drinking?" 

He says, "You're the psychic. You tell me!"

She says, "Scotch Bloody Mary it is."

She orders the same, and they continue flirting. He scrawls out a new poem for her on a napkin and without reading it, she recites it to him. Finally, he asks her, "Is my poetry ever going to find a home?"

She closes her eyes theatrically and then blurts out, "Sure, at my house!"

And like all fairytales, they lived happily ever after, together. 

(Written by Terry Macrae, copyright 2022)