Lucky
Lucky wasn’t.
Lucky was his nickname.
Lucky played around.
Lucky sunk his head into the dresser.
Knock Knock.
“Who’s there?”
The bed stopped rocking
and answered the emergency call.
The next day was sunny
and Brother D was working.
Brring…brring…
Yes, Lucky wasn’t.
He played around the recliner
and nicked his knee.
“What do you mean it’s another emergency?”
Twice in twenty-four, he scored.
Lucky was his nickname.
Lucky wasn’t.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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