I’ve noticed as of late
Fortune seems to elude me,
Like the time I struck a match
And the match just up and sued me!
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I said “Dad, go long!”
He was twenty yards away
When I lit the fuse…
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God made wood flammable
Some time after day seven.
He made it burn with chemicals;
‘Twas a match made in Heaven.
The Daily Travesty 