fortune’s cookie

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This little rhyme is based on a true story.
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My father ate his fortune
at Chang’s Mongolian Grill.
He never read his future
and I guess he never will.

He popped the cookie in his mouth
and as he began to chew,
there was a taste of paper
‘cause he’d chewed his fortune, too.

He quickly spit the pieces out
and examined them discreetly,
but the story of his future life
had been destroyed completely.

He’ll never know the sage advice
that Chinese wisdom speaks.
The words of his enlightenment
dissolved between his cheeks.

When confronted with his future,
a man should bravely meet it.
But one thing he should never do
is think it’s food and eat it.

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