Heartland Society of Women Writers

CW: language

By Tiffany Shull Peterson

I once wrote a poem about luck
But I found myself feeling stuck
The words they would not flow
The deadline did loom though
And that is why this poem will suck

There once was a doggo named Luck
Whose owner did not give a fuck
If he ran ‘round the town
Lifting his leg like a gown
Until he was hit by a truck

Luck is a tricky theme to write
One could be kept up all the night
If lim’rick is the aim
Anapest is the game
To ensure luck is written right