Sleight of Hand

March 24, 2018

Fat fingers undulate

But the show hand’s out to left

He’s speaking that way, too


He has a novel way of smiling

It stops right where it should

But you don’t notice that


If you did, you’d miss the fingers

Now they’ve crossed the other hand

And the palm conceals as it’s disclosed


Now comes the pause, the wink, the flash

Come down like lightning, up like ash

Oh! The sceptic flaps his lips


As the right hand comes beneath his nose

The trick surrenders what it owes

But the palm’s revealed less than it holds


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