A Lucky Day
When I was young, on Turkey Day
A mischievous spirit fluttered my way
It grabbed hold of me
Utterly wrecking sensibility
And under its influence
I drove that golfing unit
Right into the front bar
Of Aunt Sherri's new car
Trouble in my future understood
I ran crying into the wood
And there I stayed for an awful hour
Til I emerged to apologize with a cower
After they had returned to Tallahassee
I was informed of happy news for me
Aunt and car had been rear ended
And in the process of it being mended
The damage I caused was rectified
And I could look at my aunt and not try and hide
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