I wrote this poem last night :] its not finished b/c i dont know what else to write

Come let me take you back to a place
of gypsies and psychics of seerge and of sage
the women all dance ot the tambourines beat
and gold sequins glistens on skirts crimson deep
the men are all singing they drink and they laugh
while a wise women tells of the wealth to be had
and in their tents psychics read tarot cards
some count their fourtunes some number the stars