Oh,what an oracle

I thought I’d consult a Seer
Who could see that which is not quite here
Oh,what an oracle
Our minds worked in parallel
As into the future we peered.

I suppose we saw traces minute
Which led to conclusions astute.
As I was so thin
And she was not dim
She told me that men found me cute.

But now I am larger in mind
And inestimably more than unkind
The oracle has gone
I don’t need such a one
I predict from my face and its lines.