Knocks
Plucky
Unlucky
Carry on regardless
What is a sadist
Without his Chargers
Tripping and falling over for the amusement of other's
Fodder for Bird's to drop on
While the bellyaching say
That is supposed to be lucky
But you never see them mucky
Just another day just another way
Life and jokes poke fun at my expense
That I take it with a stoic reticence
Because my life has become a pretense
For hard knocks
And the only thing that shock's
Is the release
Of a peaceful day
Drum's and crack's
With hindsight we avoided
Because they would have destroyed us
And where is the fun in that?
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