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!
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