You May Believe

Four elements, fire, earth, air and water, Each on the calendar takes a quarter. Fire and water together do not mix, Fire always needs air, for that is its fix. Earth, air and water that is a trio. In what section would we find our Leo. Horoscopes are some peoples obsession, All the forecasts would give one depression. You may believe them or you may not, But quite frankly, I do not care a jot. I’m an Aries and I’m a fiery one. A Ram, well Ewe, when all is said and done. Whatever prediction, for good or ill, Will on a few occasions fit the bill. Astrology will continue to lure, All who feel readings can foretell ‘Amour’. © Ernestine Northover