A Bad Luck Day (Poem)

I dropped my keys
When I just sneezed

Then tripped on Cat
And lost my hat

Which really sucked
‘Cause now I’m bald

I walked to work
Sweat in my shirt

I got there late
To a locked gate

And realized, quick
I was deep in trouble

Locked out here
And, also there
Without a spare

Without house keys
From when I sneezed

Without my cat
Without my hat

The day still sucked
I still was bald

I couldn’t work
Removed my shirt

I’d been too late
They’d closed the gate

I wasn’t quick
Was in deep trouble

Digging here
Searching there
I found the spare

And went inside to see it was a Sunday.

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©2020 Chel Owens

You can enter a silly poem, too, for this week’s A Mused Poetry Contest. The theme is bad luck!

29 thoughts on “A Bad Luck Day (Poem)

  1. Ian Kay November 13, 2020 / 3:41 am

    This is my flash-poem, Chel, I think it’s called,

    A Desperate Call To Gambler’s Anonymous

    “I’m having trouble with my luck,” I said,
(the call centre guy’s name it was Fred)
Fred said, “try switching it off, and on again.”
”I have,” I said, “I’m without Luck not a brain!”
”Let me have a go and see what I can do”
Said Fred, and he promptly drew a two
of Clubs. Not the suit we were after
(I silently accused Fred of laughter)
when the next one he flipped was a tail
not a head, and then seventeen-black
not seven-red; and then said Fred
    “I know what we’ll do” – then nothing:
    the phone had gone dead.
    I phoned back to be told of a queue
    And though my call was important
    to them, it was number forty-two.
    so I waited and heard my least favourite song
    stuck on this loop, with my Luck going wrong.

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  2. mattsnyder1970 November 13, 2020 / 4:58 am

    😁😅😁😅😁😅😁😅😁 well you gave the best belly laugh before leaving for work

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      • mattsnyder1970 November 13, 2020 / 4:57 pm

        trust me I will never do that…And can’t anyways..the company is Mormon Owned Utah Based 😉

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          • mattsnyder1970 November 14, 2020 / 5:35 am

            Yeah way…I’m not nor is anyone I work with in Pennsylvania just the cards dealt to us when the old company i worked for was bought by this.

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              • mattsnyder1970 November 14, 2020 / 9:28 am

                Definitely generous 😁 my only gripe is that they allow abortion protesters to park in our parking lot (there is a clinic a few doors down) on a Saturday when people are offered overtime and we don’t have a very big lot.

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                • Chel Owens November 14, 2020 / 10:06 am

                  Parking is a hot commodity! We used to fight with an insurance guy over “his” spots.

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                • mattsnyder1970 November 14, 2020 / 10:08 am

                  well this is our own lot, my job is located in an industrial park

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  3. Simon November 13, 2020 / 9:36 pm

    buahahahahaha 😅😂😅😂 ending was totally unexpected… A jubilant poem 🤗 Loved it.. chuckle 😂😂

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    • Chel Owens November 20, 2020 / 6:07 am

      Thanks, John. 🙂 It was pretty terrible poetry.

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  4. H.R.R. Gorman November 21, 2020 / 9:01 am

    That’s the way it goes. I’ve never actually gone to work on an off-day because my husband would catch me.

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    • Chel Owens November 21, 2020 / 10:27 am

      I haven’t, either. We have taken the wrong exit on the freeway because we’re in “drive to work mode.”

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