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.