Unlucky
Trudging alone is no fun, so let's see friends.
They're busy? They're asleep? They're not home?
After walking a mile, it a dead end. Time to turn around and start again.
A fun street festival? Let's go!
Matched in chess with a formidabl opponen, every move counts.
Stuck in the heat of battle, pizza arrives.
I can't leave, for my foe must first vanquish.
Alas, an unforeseen knight strikes my queen, I am at his mercy!
At a loss, I line up for my favorite pizza.
The last slice! It is missing, I turn for a different pizza
and it has all the toppings I hate!
I turn to find my rival chewing the last slice of pizza
Smiling as he ate.
I play a board game.
I roll a dice and get a zero....Twice!
I moved onto skee ball.
Unfortunately, I can only score negative points.
At the end of a long unlucky day, I find a penny on the ground.
I bend down to pick it up.
To find that it's a sticker, so shin and so round.
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