The Rabbit Foot Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The rabbit foot
Walking through the woods one day I spied a thing on the ground.
It happens to be a rabbit's foot. At least I thought.
In my pocket, it did go. Then the trouble it began to flow.
I fell down in a hole and broke my elbow.
Then I ran up the steps and in to the door. A black eye did have for a week I think.
The to the bath tube I went. With a splash. I didn't have time to take my close off.
To bed, I went with a bang as the bed fell apart.
And now I think with a sad face because I found out it wasn't a rabbit foot at all.