Pot Luck

I couldn't find my lucky pot, but that's okay.

As I’m sad to say I won’t be with you today.

The weather is over me – what can I say?

Don’t mess with nature’s mother – that’s what they say.

My eyes are somewhat gooey, and my nose is too

thankfully it’s only a cold and not the effing flu.

I’m rather sad and experience different shades of blue

for I won’t be laughing and supping with the likes of you.

Thanks for all the help when the sidewalk hit me in the face

it was just a flesh wound, so I’m as good as okay

and hope to settle that score in May.

Who thought that in the cupboard, my pot would stay?

My lucky pot has a rather appealing ring

I rap it on my head so we in harmony sing

but my unlucky head makes me squeal and squawk

when I trip and bounce it off the concrete sidewalk.

Enjoy your lucky pots!

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