Friday 13
Five cats on my bed
I want to sleep but instead
I awake and walk to the dawn
and again there's the stray cat on my lawn.
Friday Thirteen, oh what do you mean?
The birds fly above -- I hear an upset dove -
I walk to the crepe myrtles and see blossoms,
I also see prints of opossums,
And the dew on the grass has its gleam.
Friday 13, oh Friday 13 --
Oh what does it mean?
Just a number, a day with fear on the way?
No it's silliness too.
BOO!
CKMunsell © Friday 13, September 2024
Spooky
Black cats stalking
Helpless prey
Jagged nerves
That start to fray
Moon rays glitter
On the mud
Mosquitoes whine
Their quest for blood
What's that howling
To the south?
Bone-white teeth
And foul-breathed mouth
The veil grows thin
And creatures gather
Cruel, dark eyes
And sides a-lather
One false move
And they'll get in
You shiver at
Their awful din
The streets are full
With drunken goons
Made bold by liquor
Oh what a boon
With any luck
They'll take the heat
If demons come
And want to eat
The weekend beckons
On the morrow
But first, this night
Of deepest sorrow
For some will perish
Some will die
Their loved ones left
To wonder why?
The hundredth time
Or 'haps umpteenth
Bad omens on
Friday thirteenth
friday the 13th, 2024
they say it's bad luck
but methinks that's just lore
so i pulled up me britches
and walked to the door
where a waft hit me nose
vapors vile in me core
then i stopped and i checked
all the clothes that i wore
when i looked at me shoes
how it made me eyes sore:
i stepped in some shit
me dog dumped on the floor
Euphemisms, Solely for a PG Rating
It's Friday and I'm out of luck
Down and out without a buck
Without a clue, feckless and dumbstruck
It's the thirteenth, so what the hell!
Today I simply I forgot to duck
The trouble coming my way, unstuck
My head's on the floor, rolling amuck
And my body's disembodied, I'm screwed
Lucky thirteen
Lucky thirteen
except when it's Friday, I mean
day on the calendar I hadn't seen
put my shoes on the table at the canteen
wph! stepped on our black cat Bean
went to pinch salt from the tureen
to throw over the shoulder unseen
and broke the mirror in slip slide careen
what a day it had beeeeeeeeeeeeen!
(still recovering...)
09.14.2024
Friday the 13th, 20204 Poem @CKMunsell