My lucky numbers let me down again,

I needed number seven, but it came out number ten,

it happens every week, it’s no surprise,

for fifty years I’ve played the game and never won a prize.

My wife confessed she wanted a divorce,

she’d met another man who owned a mansion and a horse,

I watched her drive away without a sound,

it’s déjà vu for me, this was my seventh time around.

My seven children send me emails now,

I’d answer them politely, but I can’t remember how,

it seems to me it’s all a little game,

comparing all their messages reveals they’re all the same.

My car broke down beside the interstate,

it’s running now on seven cylinders, instead of eight,

I’m passed by all the buses and the trucks,

the quote for the repairs came out at seven thousand bucks.

The cat had seven kittens late last week,

I put them in a bag and went to throw them in the creek,

a council ranger stopped me just in time,

and now I’m doing seven years for vicious feline crime.

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