Superstition

He was just an average bloke

Yearned for wealth and fame,

Fed up with being lonely and broke

He played the lottery game.

Superstitions were piffle to him,

But a lucky charm he had

Bony and hairy, really quite grim,

He said it wasn’t that bad;

He held it tight that Saturday eve’

The lottery had just begun

The balls popped out his numbers came up

A million pounds he won.

He met her on that winning night

Said her name was Kim,

His friend said she wasn’t quite right

Tho’ she said she loved him

Kim told him don’t walk under the ladder,

An unlucky way to behave

And then she nudged him off the pavement

That bus was the death of poor Dave.

The rabbit’s foot she had thrown away

She knew it was a lucky charm

If he’d had it with him that fateful day,

Would he have come to harm?