The Chosen One

Six people sat in a circle, waiting for the Priestess to speak

“We’re meeting here today, because a “chosen one” we seek,

It could be you or you she pointed, but first we have someone to meet.”

I looked around the room and nodded as everyone introduced themselves to me.

The regal gentleman on my left, dressed in a keffiyeh, was a real live Sheik.

The man next to him, with taped up glasses, was more of a geek.

Clad in black, with a ring through her nose, looked to be a new age freak.

The blond girl was cute and looked to be only sixteen.

The brunette was next, she wore a dress and looked very chic.

And then there was me, the new one, I sat all silent and meek.

“In your cup, you’ll notice, has been filled with a tea;

Pick it up and swirl it and then count to three

Do not sip it, but shoot it down, in one swift drink

If you are the chosen one; a spider you will see!”

I picked up my cup and counted to three

I swirled it and shot it and what did I see?

A big hairy spider with fangs and teeth!

The new leader of this mob…turned out to be ME!