It's a black fly in your Chardonnay

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic, don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

Thomas Winther just send me this picture of a black razor edge, registered and for sale at a reasonable price in DK just as I found a ratty one

Words Alanis Morissette