Unlucky Me

I am quite unlucky
In all that I am
I was born unlucky
Or so it was told to me
the day I was born
so my Mama and Papa
told me, one day
the blight visited
the fields were bare
the orchards were empty
except for luscious leaves
Can’t eat those, they said

I got married at seventeen
Thought I met the man
Of my teenage dreams
He was fair of face
eloquent of tongues
nudge nudge wink wink
but half a year later
he was practising
somewhere else
and no he was not
a doctor or a lawyer
He liked varieties

Unlucky I was
In everything, no joke
Built a clapboard house
Under a shady tree
The bubbling brook nearby
Strength of wind
Planted a bough
On my sitting room
The crown of the tree
On my beloved roof
Brook went into my bedroom
Floated my furniture away

Unlucky I am
In love and life
Woe is me.