Is Luck just a lady?
She'll shoot down a matey
Who bets his whole family's success.
That's the last he saw
Of the luck of the draw
And of serendipitousness.
So Nature's our mother?
Then why does she smother
Her children with thunder and ice?
Her notions are haughty.
Her actions are naughty.
Her phrases say, "All you play nice."
If Death waits for no man,
Then is Death a woman?
That harlot! That goblin! That wench!
She'll do all her bidding
And leave Mankind sitting
On stairway, on tree stump, on bench!
Author notes
Serendipity: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for.
A contest entry
- Give me six ..... by Tamera.
850 points, ended August 27, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
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550 points, ended August 24, 75 entries
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Comments
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hmm Great write I don't agree with it but it was funny :]
Thank you so much for entering my contest
and Good luck
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Great meter, very entertaining, well done and deserved of it's trophy recognition!
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LOL, well I can't say I agree with your sentiment but I enjoyed the humor and I love rhyme and rhythm. This was catchy, and cute. Thank you for entering it and remember " All you play nice".
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I love this... it is amazing... we need to talk you will never believe what has been going on... I will call you Friday night at nine thirty... how does that sound?... if you have a problem with that time just let me know... but anyway back to the poem... smiles... ummmm... I thought you were a man hater... like me... how is the girl sitch... well, I will talk to ya later...
am
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even if it be the end of me, ... i likes it.
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Thank you for entering the contest!
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