The Clairvoyant

They just weren’t coming through
So he knew what he had to do
Made some hooey up about
What was going to happen
This Thursday on his bicycle
He would snap a rim and go tumbling
Into the abyss
His countenance went rigid with shock
Under the table he made a knock
That’s just how it is
But I’m no bicyclist
Yes you’d better learn to walk
And thats when they came through
A wind began to blow
They just made something up
That he could not follow