Wish You Good Luck! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

May thy adversaries be the fruitcake
In this world, of hunger and ache.
But you to live, to be old and toothless
Free, just from boredom and sickness!

With a foot in your door
Get it in, not a foot wrong!
Yet, may you find your feet
And surely surely fall on it!

May you break a leg,
To be in gay and always a shining star
With a flagon of ale or palm wine keg
May you then be qualified to be called to bar.

For one BP for thy foes
One BP for you
And one BP for the children of men.

Blood pressure for thy foes
When they gaze thy Bridal Party rows
That is Breathtaking and Pleasurable
Hope its now understandable?

If it is, then you know my heart
That I wish thee goodluck
If it suits not thee from the start,
Wish it to me then in return!

May not be poetic,
But this means so much to me...