Population Two

A fortune teller comes to a small village and changes things forever- for the Cramp :)

He came from West Virginia,
From Charlestown Slots, they say,
To our little farmers’ village
Known for its cows and hay.

He said, “I’m a performer,
And this is what I’ve got:
I hear your town wants business;
I foretell you’ll get a lot.”

“The metric you can measure by
Is results after a year,
And by my efforts, next July
Your folks will double here.”

He waved some herbs and leaves around
And spat onto the floor,
Drew some odd geometry
With a marker on the door,
And exited triumphantly
Until next June 24.

I shiver as I tell you this -
It isn’t right, you see.
Some left our town each month,
Each month, till it was only me.

It was some nasty business,
I guess that’s what he meant,
And on the first of this July
This is what he sent:

“Little village of the hay,
Resident who’s there,
I sent my drone to scope you out,
And found not hide or hair
Of anybody else but you
In population there.

Say you’ll stay, then do, then do
and until the day you go away
We’re the village of the hay
Population two.”

Written for a daily contest:

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The Writer's Cramp  (13+) Write the best poem or story in 24 hours or less and win 10K GPS. #333655 by Sophy

Today’s prompt was to write a thriller/suspense piece about a fortune teller coming to a small village and changing things forever.