Poems with rhymes of unfair

Wondered where the hitch was; called it most unfair.
. . . . .
That was seven years ago -- and he still is there!

Its wrangles, lies, and methods most unfair,
I calmly step outside my tenement
And shoot another arrow in the air.

Being unfair —
Landing me in trouble
When I'm not there!

And he towed him round the paddock like a dummy stuffed with hair,
And we never stirred to interfere and stop the Chinky’s frenzy
When he jumped upon the Wonder in a manner most unfair.

That ever lived anywhere.
You say you’re going to write great music—
I chose that first: it’s unfair.

When the sailor lies down, his mind he must prepare
To rouse out in a minute if the wind should prove unfair.

stuck still in this spot on his lonesome chair,
now thinking that unsighted decision was unfair.

In sparing everybody none you spare:
Rebukes most personal are least unfair.

His little wife vowed it unfair;
But bowed to stern, relentless fate,
And smiled and sewed and worked her share.

And then there's the statue of Robert Burns in George Square,
And the treatment he received when living was very unfair;

He died of lack of blood and lack of enough air
Into his lungs, and to me it seems unfair,

And if they are not, it is really very unfair,
And an act of injustice I most solemnly declare.

A virus is in the air
Doing with us unfair

Life is unfair.
I am not there,

Big people are sometimes unfair,
Nixon do he care,
he’s like a pear,

Infection is rampant from who knows where
Government response it seems not to care
Normal will change, consequences unfair

The breath that inhales air
takes the life, unfair

The routs of trust are showing. The promises are rare.
In the midst of chaos don't become unfair.

The pain is more than I can bear.
Life here on earth is so unfair

Teacher left his chair
King said this is unfair