Is that you grandma? — Long before the age of chips and code, There was a tool for answers unknown, A board with letters and numbers in bold, Ouija, the original AI throne. No wires, no screens, just hands that glide, Over the board in a mystical ride, A gateway to the other side, Ouija, the mystic’s trusted guide. Skeptics may scoff, and science deny, But believers know the truth inside, For the messages that the board supplies,