FreePoems2Share By Victoria Stephens
Friday The Thirteenth
Friday the thirteenth
A day of hell
Wouldn't expect it to go well
Strange things are happening
My mind is bleak
My body's run down and feeling weak
How did this weird stuff all begin?
People scared to go out the door
But it's just the same as the day before
For me there is a reason
Once nearly got hit by a bus
But why does everyone else make such a fuss?
Well, I'm going to make the most off it
As playing safe, sounds best
I'm going to stay at home and have a day of rest!
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