Trump’s Unfortunate Fate

They thought his chances were so high,
Though the bad news was heard in cry
For his polling was its own reprieve
But he’s ready to blow it, so grieve

Despite much hope for his success
Continual gloom in bequest
The good news garnered false glee
This hope hangs precariously

A mistake and it could be lost
All cheering turned to a frost
What could have been but will not be
As Trump’s luck seems to not agree

A once good chance now far removed
This moment will forever be reproved
As Trump is ready to blow his luck
A sad interpretation of bad news luck.