Good Fortune
My fridge freezer's just had a wee on the floor
(the third time this month it's done that)
the toaster is showing it's nastier side
with a mortar attack on the cat.
Odd socks disappear through a wormhole in space
that's inside my washing machine,
a pigeon has kindly downloaded his lunch
on the window that I have just cleaned.
Mystic Meg has predicted my day will be lovely,
she saw it in her crystal ball,
well maybe it's time that I paid her a visit
and threw the damn thing at the wall.
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