Like every other blogger in the world
Okay, not you, him or her, but the rest
The subject of this poem is foretold
By today’s date. Let’s put it to the test
Have bad things happened? No, it’s been the best
Day possible in the circumstances
Although for some nights now I’ve had no rest
And even not eaten (had no chances
Except for twelve scotch eggs for lunch), munches
Or lack of notwithstanding, I’m not sold
On the bad luck thing, and I’ll now attest
That Friday the thirteenths have no glitches
Or hitches hatching, and I’ll be so bold
As to declare them safe, touch wood, God bless
Fri 13 June 2008
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