Like every other blogger in the world

Okay, not you, him or her, but the rest

The subject of this poem is foretold

By today’s date. Let’s put it to the test

Have bad things happened? No, it’s been the best

Day possible in the circumstances

Although for some nights now I’ve had no rest

And even not eaten (had no chances

Except for twelve scotch eggs for lunch), munches

Or lack of notwithstanding, I’m not sold

On the bad luck thing, and I’ll now attest

That Friday the thirteenths have no glitches

Or hitches hatching, and I’ll be so bold

As to declare them safe, touch wood, God bless