The Thirteenth

A poem about Friday the thirteenth as just another day...

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Woke up this morn... with thoughts in my head...

wondered if Life's soul would ever get fed...

Got up and tripped... Fell on the floor...

Went to make coffee... There ain't any more...

Opened the cupboards to find they are bare...

Not even crumbs for this mouse to share...

Looked out the window... skies are gray...

Just shook my head with nothing to say...

It's Friday the thirteenth, now imagine that...

I knew there's a reason... why all just went splat...

Still I'm awake... so had to let go...

Sat on my throne and planned the day's show...

As I got dressed... the Sun now appeared...

Maybe the day's not as bad as I feared...

Went and got coffee... and bought me a roll...

Sipped and enjoyed them while taking a stroll...

Got to the house and checked the mail...

Wow! There's no bills...Let out a whail...

Got me some plans... to have a great day...

while Friday the thirteenth just goes away...

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Panhead Rod

Friday, Sept. 13th, 2019