Just my luck

If money fell from, the ‘Money Tree’
The wind would blow it, far away from me.
And my ‘Lottery Numbers’, just don’t exist,
Throughout my life, I’ve realized this.

If I followed the ‘Rainbow’, right to its end,
The pot would be filled, with old worthless tin.
And the ‘Luck of the Irish’ , has never blessed me,
The leaves on my clover, number just ‘Three’.

Now my ‘Rabbits Foot’, just ran outta luck,
It fell from my pocket, got squished by a truck.
And the last time I wished, on a ‘Shooting Star’,
Took my eyes off the road, and crashed my car.

So I’ll keep on working, I’ll never be rich,
Not from my job, of digging a ditch.
But I will drop a coin, in the ‘Wishing Well’,
And pray for Heaven…….but I’ll probably get Hell.