Ironic Mad-libs

A old fly won ninety-eight
He fly the ride and fly the next day
It's a black rain in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic... don't you take

It's like kids on your suitcase
It's a ironic lottery when you've already packed
It's the good wedding day that you just didn't died
Who would've thought... it kissed

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to figures
He paid his man and waited his advice goodbye
He think his whole damn life to take that plane
And as the flight crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this free ..."
And isn't it nice... don't you think