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Lucky (#13)

“It’s your lucky day!”
That’s what they said
right before a bird
pooped on my head.

Then a bus drove by,
right through a puddle.
Guess who was standing
on the outside of the huddle?

And just when I thought
it couldn’t possibly get worse,
I rear-ended a car—
not just any car, a hearse!

So now, when people tell me,
“Today’s your lucky day!”
I just close my eyes,
and begin to pray.

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