Bad Luck

I walk a little and talk a lot I sing unlike a bird and tease a moth I trip on the stair yet remember not to bare! I saunter like a lady but stumble on a chair Unlike my friend I tickle my own toes Then suddenly I see this ant up my nose I blow it off but alas its fast stuck I forgot to wipe the treacle, bad luck! So I sit and lament on the days events Hoping and praying I'll get a room to rent!