It’s Friday the 13th Tomorrow
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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking
It’s Friday the 13th tomorrow.
A black cat just leapt in my path.
I’m not superstitious, but this might
explain why I’m failing in math.
By chance I walked under a ladder
a teacher had placed by the wall.
In class my umbrella popped open,
and that’s why I tripped in the hall.
The salt spilled this morning at breakfast.
While walking I stepped on a crack.
I took off my shoes on the table.
It looks like my future is black.
This evening I busted a mirror
which means that the next seven years
are due to be filled with misfortunemisfortune adverse fortune; bad luck.,
catastrophescatastrophe any misfortune, mishap, or failure; fiasco., mishapsmishap an unfortunate accident. and tears.
With all the bad luck I’m confrontingconfront to face and deal with directly.,
it seems that I’m probably cursed.
It may be the 13th tomorrow.
But Thursday the 12th is the worst.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 3
Topics: School Poems
From the Book When the Teacher Isn't Looking
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