SUPERSTITION (c)130707

Superstition? Or Stuperstition, it comes from days of yore
Where frightened little townsfolk, would barricade their door
Against all that ‘Bad Luck,’ they believed that hung around
Every Friday the 13th, but no record can be found

About some gruesome, ugly deed, that happened on that day
Perhaps from the Last Supper? As 13 sat down to pray
Maybe from Julius Caesar, who lead Marc Anthony to his doom
Who knows? Who cares? I don’t, for ‘bad luck’ I have no room

To dwell upon a number, that concocts such a dreadful omen
How can thirteen scare you? Why it’s one more than a dozen
And the combination with Friday, favoured day of the ‘working’ week
You’d have to be plum crazy, to observe Pagan Worship, so to speak

So when it comes, I welcome it, and all that it is worth
And give grateful Praise and Worship, to the Creator of this earth
I wont let that number worry me, when all is said and done
God gave me life, a precious ‘gift’ so I’m out to have some fun!

SUPERSTITION (c)130707

JoeyKay

Russell Island, Australia

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a poem about Friday the 13th

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