Draft lotto poem

7 come 11 on a rusty nail

You can't carry water in a punctured pail

Mojo mojo we need a # 1, let's go

Magic 8 ball says "it is decidedly so"

"Luck is believing you’re lucky."

And we Pacer fans know sucky luck

And it's high time it changed

come on lotto balls ordained

Send us a star all you basket ball gods

A flash and a phenom despite the odds

Hear these diehards implore you ping pong balls

For once give us banners to deck these halls