Lucky this or lucky that, Luck as bad as that black cat Cuddling, purring by my side, Unlikely place for luck to hide. Thirteen demons looking mean Pretending that I haven't seen Them cackling when they watch me frown. Too bored to laugh, I stare them down. It's not bad luck that made them fall. They jumped like Humpty from the wall And then they cracked. Oops. Breakfast time! You're lucky. That's my final rhyme.
Linked to Chel Owens’ A Mused Poetry Contest where the theme is “bad luck” used humorously.