Stroke of Bad Luck
Not at all nice:
In one's hair lice
In one’s room mice
Weevils in one’s rice
In lieu of full cake, a slice
One’s highest post “vice”.
Permanent ear for advice.
A bad throw of Life’s Dice,
Quick to itself half disguise,
Already on one fixing a price:
To The Rest, Worth Thrice
A Stroke of humbling bad luck
An Eagle makes A Duck!
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