I’ve got a two-leaf clover
My horseshoe came untied
I always fall short of seven
Bad luck won’t be denied
My rabbit foot has a hang-nail
I’m holding eights and aces
There’s a hole in my dream-catcher
and my gold tooth needs braces
I cannot see my shooting star
that burned out long ago
I’m running now in thirteenth place
behind from the word ‘Go’
I walk under high ladders
and I’m always getting colder
I’ve never thrown a pinch of salt
spilled over my left shoulder
My path's been crossed many times
by many a black cat
I walk around with two left feet
stepping on many a crack
I break a mirror once a year
A thousand shards so sharp
Some day, when I’ve passed away
I won’t be playing the harp
ha fun verse in a sick kinda way...i will not be asking you for your lottery numbers...smiles.
ReplyDeleteExcellent! As always!...You are so talented ;~}___=^..^=___Kittie
ReplyDeleteROFLOL!! I can relate.
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ReplyDeleteI'm sure it is all just in the words, your bad luck that is.
You have made me smile while I read your poem!
The very best of luck for tomorrow!
Eileen
Bad day? Good write.
ReplyDeleteI feel that way on many days.
ReplyDeletelol, how fun was this! very good, eric.
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem! Love the luck theme. Sorry I haven't been over to visit mmuch... I'm doing NaPoWriMo. I'm not used to this one a day stuff like you. :)
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