Good Morning. It is still snowing here in NYC.
Here's a bad poem about luck and fate:

I try to be nice
I roll the dice
I need a little luck
I don't want to get hit by a truck
It's been a while since I had a date
Are you going to help me luck and fate?

Daddy wants me to get a real job
I am getting old and still a slob
It'd be nice to pay the rent
And have extra money to be saved or spent
Send out the good vibes
They're the only things right now that might get me by.