I have the worst of luck
For Christmas I got a dead duck
My pet duck’s name is puck
My buttons unbutton
My zippers un-zip
I have horrid rough crust
On my upper lip
I’m always late for buses
But when I catch them
They never fail to rip me off
Because they only accept change
I’m always broke
And I order things ‘on the cuff’
I’m classified as a freak
I trip over my own feet
And land face first
Into manure
Each and every day I feel like I’m gonna burst
I’ve never won at anything
Never came in first
The best award I’ve ever gotten
Is 4th place in a contest of wits
And there were only three participants
I’m allergic to almost everything
Ice-cubes and cheese
I’m lactose intolerant
I’m deadly afraid of Geese
No social life at all
I cry myself to sleep
I’m such a huge geek
But who can blame me, for being this way
After all that I go through
Each and every single day
