The waiter brought cookies and tea on a tray
Tucked inside each cookie there was a note
I opened one up to see whom it might quote
To my surprise I saw nothing was there
I turned the note over, continued to stare
"My note is quite blank," and I tossed it aside
My tablemates shrieked, "Oh the horror!" they cried
"This is a curse," they said, "terrible news."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Tell me your views."
They told me no fortune is always a message
That you have no future, that is the presage
"Depends how you choose to see that information-
See it my way and avoid all frustration
A blank fortune really is hardly depressing
Create what you want-I call it a blessing!"
submitted for May Poetry Challenge, Receiving Info, at Verse in a Nutshell