There were two men of sticks,
Both equipped with their own tricks.
But one was a thief,
Causing the other some grief,
And completely rendering life a mix!
Henry is the thief in question -
His skills have made him a worldly sensation.
Well known for stealing a jewel -
All the while evading logical rule,
One has to wonder what was the luck's manifestation?
Maybe it started at a prison cell -
Located in the desert, part of a tall tale to tell.
And then by strange dry fate,
It chose a guard named Dave as bait,
To carry a cursed box holding a spooky spell!
Perhaps it came from a cake,
Brought to Henry in a package that was fake.
When he tried to dig in,
Upon his face formed a grin -
His adventures continued, make no mistake!
Dave is the man with no break-
Losing jobs is a cause for his headache.
He's kidnapped by goons in hats,
Faster than you can say 'rats!'
And now he's cursing a stupid not-cake!
A/N: As a bonus, here are some limericks for Saint Patrick's Day fun featuring two different men with different types of luck. Short and straight to the point, I think these speak for themselves on the luck Dave and Henry have. Henry might receive bad luck, but compared to Dave, Henry's pretty much got it made with good luck... or dumb luck, whichever comes first.
Enjoy, and to those who celebrate the occasion, I hope it's a good one! :)