I can never believe it when I win the lottery,
You'd think it was rigged, it happens such a lot-to-me.
I always pick seven, nine and forty-two,
Because that's what a sensible fellow would do.
But despite this, inevitably, I always lose
And forfeit my packet of fizzy fruit chews.
At least it helps me to look after me teeth
With the polish on top and the plaque beneath
They don't look too bad if you ignore the yellow
An easier task for a colourblind fellow
Like Hugh who can't truly deduce a true hue
All things to him look the colour of poo.
It's really a pain when defusing a bomb,
If all the material you can work from
Is that U2 album that says it will help
But in fact, it transpires, is useless as kelp
Or seaweed, as I think it's more commonly known,
And the rest you shall have to work out on your own.
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