Friday the 13th Eve: A Poem

12 Mar

Friday the 13th: A Poem


Today is Thursday the twelfth.

Time to put any superstitions on the shelf.

Black Cats and Ladders and Mirrors are fine.

So are Not crossing your fingers, picking up pennies and opening umbrellas inside.

Knock on wood.

Knock on wood.

Knock on wood.


Problems don’t come in threes.

Three sixes don’t bring fleas.


Leave the rabbit alone.

Or make a wish on a wishbone.

Beginners Luck has no place in my home.


Friday the 13th is just another day to me.

It’s the day after Thursday the 12th .

It’s the day before Saturday the 14th.

And this poem only rhymes a little.

Now I must throw salt over my shoulder.

But I forget which one!

By James Lott, Jr 2015


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Posted by on March 12, 2015 in Spoken Word/Poetry


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