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?