“Beware the Ninth.”
the apprentice said.
“With more enthusiasm, you dunderhead! And it’s the ‘Fifteenth’
they should beware;
the Ninth will be sunny, without a care.”
“Beware the Fifteenth!” The apprentice shouted… the Ninth will be sunny, without a care – perhaps a day for swimming in your underwear.”
The crowd looked round,
to see the apprentice receive the thwack
of a rolled-up newspaper,
then, as one, turned back.
Just another day at Seer’s Corner.