The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 13 Poem by Flying Lemming

Superstition can be self inflicting, if its numbers or omens you fear
Then you being on edge when they are around will make accidents appear
Cats crossing your path, salt being spilt or even the number 13
Mirrors being smashed, all of these things can make you flee from the scene
Some come from good sense, walk under ladders you’re likely to get dead
Mainly because someone up them may dropp something on your head
Open up your umbrella inside and bad feelings will be found
Because you are likely to knock you mums favourite ornament to the ground
But I am quite willing to consider the fact that there really could be bad luck
It’s a useful excuse when I get something wrong to not seem so much like a shmuck