There was a young poet named Chuck br Who flirted with old Lady Luck br He played her in bed br Thought he'd come out ahead br But that dame took his very last buck br br br They met again while throwing some dice br To entice him, she gave him sliced mice br 'Yuck, gimme back my last buck! ' br 'No - - but Happy Birthday, dear Chuck! ' br Darned Lady Luck never does ring twice... br br br Luck took Chuck to the beach down the block br Along with a duck, she gave him a clock br When the loud alarm struck br The duck mocked a hen's cluck br Locking Lady Luck straight into shock - - br br and her knees began to knock br so she fell right off that dock br into the mire, the ick, the muck br which immediately began to suck br her dowwwn so she became QUITE stuck........ br So, who got the last laugh? Our Chuck! br : ] br br Hey, don't knock br this stock schlock - - br 'cause this is simply br all that I've GOT! ! ! br (at 2 a.m.!) br br br HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHUCK! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (aka Charles Audette, late of Poem Hunter and Poetry in Motion fame as well as assorted other sites - - check him out forthwith and enjoy!) br br (8.25.