Unpredictive text

Once upon a time starts every story,

Eventually,

But what if you had preselective text,

On the tip of your brain,

Waiting to sabotage you,

With No for Yes,

Or Yes for No?


My unpredictive friend Gleda,

Fierce in her brain-ways,

Usually,

With No for No,

Or Yes for Yes,

Becomes,

A preselective pussy-cat?

© Frank Wilson 2024