Mr Bad Luck
I am walking along the footpath
trying not to step on a crack.
Cause we all know that it is seven
years of bad luck.
Bad luck seems to follow me like a
curse.
I think I was born in the back of a
hearse.
As the old song goes[if it wasn’t for bad
luck I would have no luck at all].
Walking along the same street,a black
cat walks in front of me
I jump back and cross the road,what
next? A freaking cane toad?
Bad luck stalks me like a stranger
I look behind me,who is always there.
Bad luck and trouble is coming my way
Bad luck and trouble is here to stay.
Your life is what you make of it.
If you expect the worst,that is what
you will get.
So keep your hopes up and things
will turn around.
And all your worries and woes will
disappear without a sound.
So I say to you Mr bad luck,put on
your shoes and go for a walk.
Because me and Mr good luck are
gonna have a talk.
Here’s to more good luck..
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