YOU TRULY DON'T WANT TO MESS WITH A SUPERHEROINE NAMED "BAD-LUCK-LASS"!

Be so kind and let me spin a rhyme, 'Bout Bad-Luck-Lass, she's one of a kind. With fiery red hair, she's a force to be reckoned, Don't cross her path, you'll soon reckon.

She's a walking mishap, a living curse, In her wake, chaos just gets worse. Black cats scatter, mirrors crack, Four-leaf clovers, she'll send 'em back.

When she walks, sidewalk cracks appear, And horseshoes bend, no luck is near. Step on a crack, you'll break your back, With Bad-Luck-Lass, it's an eerie track.

But here's the twist, her luck's absurd, In the end, she's the one never hurt. Villains beware, don't provoke her sass, You truly don't want to mess with Bad-Luck-Lass!