Poetry for the National Lottery

I thought I might write a little spell

So that in the National Lottery

I do rather well

With number 9, 25 and maybe 6

And cement from

Some old house bricks

And 17, 20 and even 22

And a large pot of sticky glue

Many 8’s, 3’s and even 45

All thrown in too keep our hopes alive

14, 40 and 49

All these numbers are good

And will do just fine

And the engine oil

Of a Rolls Royce car

Stirred into the cauldron

With a bent iron bar

And we can add 15, 27, 30 and many more

So many numbers to choose from

To keep us poor

But with my lottery secret spell

I will soon be rich

Because I can tell

But first I must add 13, 20, 37 and 41

And then I will be almost done

Maybe a little bit of 10

And a blue retractable  ballpoint pen

And when I'm rich

I’ll have a day trip to the Sea

And have Fish and Chips

For my Tea

I might even have an extra large portion

and extra vinegar 

You will notice I do not use all those new fangled numbers in my Lottery spell increasing the odd sa they did to the point where even a good spell will struggle to win a fish supper. DAMN those lottery folk messing with the dreams of us ordinary folk on the street.