cleeve lucky teddie.
Cleeve knows no fear, absolutely nothing fazes him, he laughs at
dangers others tremble about and taunts fate by deliberately
walking under ladders
putting shoes on the table
opening umbrellas in the house
turning horseshoes upside down
singing at his table then falling asleep
throwing his hat on the bed
stepping on cracks in the pavement
running up stairs passing people
His close friend Jimbo, who generally follows and takes
the photographs of these fearless deeds is however
inexplicably and continually less fortunate.
Jimbo knows no luck at all, and is often bemoaning his fate,
why only this week he was
flattened by a heavy falling object
kicked by a pair of doc martens
submerged in a tank of water
kicked by a mule
fell out of bed, on the wrong side
had a table fall on him
had paving slabs fall on him
fell down the stairs at home.
he was also
attacked by identical twin crows
you feel lucky punk
pursued by a black cat
and stalked by vultures.
He does not have Cleeves luck you see.
Jimbo could throw himself at the floor,