Black Cats and Worse Luck

I swerved to avoid the black clowder of cats

that paraded across 13th street,

And my car plowed right into a mirror factory,

silver shards slicing into my seats

I leaped out of the car and to my surprise

I was met with a great roaring clatter;

I winced as I turned right around to behold

that I'd walked right into a ladder!

Stumbling back from the wreckage

I merely tap-danced over each gaping crack in the sidewalk

And when I sat down at the local malt shop

my elbow upended the salt

This day could not get much worse I supposed

as I nodded my head to the greeter

But when the chap sitting by me asked what play we were watching

I shouted, "MACBETH!" in the theater.

Rain poured down outside in a rushing deluge

as I fought with my stubborn umbrella

The device sprang open right there in the lobby

nearly whacking into the poor fella

I mumbled apologies as I picked up his hat

handing it to him shamefaced

This day had been filled with such terrible luck

I trudged home completely disgraced.