Whatever I do, wherever I go
I am too famous, don’t you know?
People recognise me straightaway
Whether it’s night or whether it’s day
It’s not for something I have done
There’s just nothing that I have won
But I dance to her ghastly tune
I, the husband of Misfortune
I don’t remember how it came to be
She has always been with me
Causing all troubles in my life
My lovely loyal luckless wife
(To be continued)
Frank Solanki 
Sorry to spam, I guess this poem grew on me to the point I was inspired to write a nonsensical poem for giggles.
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Miss mucked mums making Maybelline moan
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My morning marrying misfortune:
Mom made movies moving manikins making out.
Monica mooched mocha morsels making Mark mad.
Mormons made moonshine.
Mermaids moped moodily.
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Strumming my pain with his finders…
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