that's
all they are just superstitions
in
your head a mental condition
etched
into your mind leaving a scar
just
superstitions that's all they are
a
four leaf clover lucky if eaten
anything
to stop getting beaten
I'll
even search the whole field over
lucky
if eaten a four leaf clover
counting
the crows one's bad two's lucky
higher
the number it gets yucky
this
is a fable everyone knows
one's
bad two's lucky counting the crows
brake
a mirror bad luck seven years
no
sense in wasting all of those tears
as
trepidation becomes clearer
bad
luck seven years brake a mirror
a
predictor of death the Jinxed bird
important
it shouldn't be disturbed
twisting
it's neck it takes your last breath
the
Jinxed bird a predictor of death
step
on a crack brake your mother's back
on
the sidewalk with kids during snack
I
knew where each one was I kept track
brake
your mother's back step on a crack
my
favorite day unlucky thirteen
or
like in March it's the color green
but
for some people it's not that way
unlucky
thirteen my favorite day
with
ringing bells we frighten spirits
as
children sing religious lyrics
unknowingly
casting binding spells
we
frighten spirits with ringing bells
the
horseshoe and the number seven
seemed
to be blessed as if by heaven
so
many people believe it's true
the
number seven and the horseshoe
Swap
Quatrain Poem
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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