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.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Too cute! “And then they cracked. Oops. Breakfast time!
You’re lucky. That’s my final rhyme.”
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Thank you, Myrna!
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The last verse made me smile. 🙂
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Thank you, Magarisa! I wasn’t sure where this was going or how to end it.
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This is so interesting, enjoyed reading your poem 🙂
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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Devilled eggs for breakfast, I presume 🙂
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I didn’t think of that, but that would be a good description of what happened. Thank you, Doug!
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Delightful piece! It made me smile.
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You led me right up to that cut-off ending! 😀
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Thank you, Chel!
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