Buddha.

Buddha.A small fat porcelain Buddha sits upon my shelf,
I am told if I rub its belly it will bring luck for my self.
I rub its belly each and every day you know,
But the luck in coming is very, very slow.
It was getting rather grubby so I washed it one day,
What do you know my luck is even further away.
It sits upon my shelf with rather a silly grin,
As if it wants to tell me that my luck is definitely not in.
I found a four leafed clover in my garden last week,
I placed it on my Buddha so that it my luck could seek.
Now I have a Buddha and a four leafed clover,
And I tell myself that my search for luck is over.
Soon I will have a win on the State Lottery,
There will be enough money for my lovely Wife and Me.
Then fate raised its ugly head my Buddha fell off of the shelf,
It was when my wife was dusting, she knocked it off herself.
As you can plainly see Buddha or four leafed clover,
My luck is definitely out in fact it is all over.
I want no more Buddha’s, four leaved clovers are out.
And in my own self pity I really want to shout.

© Bernard Shaw