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SUPERSTITION POEMS

 

CAN’T STOP?

Burp on Monday, burp for danger
Burp on Tuesday, burp at a stranger
Burp on Wednesday while you’re in the shower
Burp on Thursday, ten times an hour
Burp on Friday, burp for sorrow
Still burping Sunday?
See the doctor tomorrow.

 

 

OUCH!

My baby brother
Had two teeth in his mouth
Two little teeth
One north, one south

We all said it was bad, bad luck
Babies shouldn’t bite.
They’re supposed to suck.

Mother didn’t listen
She said, ‘You’re all silly twits.’
But we all had the last laugh
When he chewed her to bits

 

 

 

THINGS I DID FOR LUCK

I crossed my fingers
Crossed my toes
Crossed my eyebrows
Over my nose
I crossed my legs
And then my eyes
I crossed my heart
And hoped to die
But I crossed TOO MUCH
And now I’m stuck
Seems too much crossing
Brings bad luck.

 

DISGUSTING (BUT LUCKY)

out in the garden
dare I go
what if I see a big black crow?

even worse,
a pigeon in the tree
illness and death, all mine before tea

magpies and robins, help!
they’re unlucky too
UNLESS one of them
does a great big poo

so come on little birdies
you won’t get any bread
until you’ve splashed your droppings
right here on my head.

 

 

 

YUM YUM

 

I’m an elf
He’s a pixie
We’re partners in crime

He confuses the humans
Works every time

Once they fall in the fairy ring
They’re all mine

I carry them home and he cooks them
Cordon bleu sublime

 

LUCKY ESCAPE

 

I walked backwards up the stairs
I left shirts on the backs of chairs
I counted stars in the sky for a week
I slept with wedding cake under my cheek
I spun knives on the kitchen table
Was it true, or merely a fable?
Was it possible to predict
Who I’d marry,
Who I’d pick?

Oh yes it was
It worked all right
As the clock struck twelve
On Midsummer night

For there, in a bucket of water
Smiling back at me
Was the face of my own true love
My future husband-to-be

I was so delighted
Truly overjoyed
Because now I know what he looks like
I’ll know who to avoid!

 

 

UNHAPPY ENDING

You can walk under ladders
What’s wrong with that?
You can see any number
Of jet black cats
You can break a million mirrors
And I won’t shed a tear
It’s all just stuff and nonsense
Simply groundless fears

No, you’re wrong

And how do I know that it’s not superstitious fuss?
I know because I’ve just been
Run over by a bus

 

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This means you cannot copy or use any of the poems on this page without the author's permission. If you do want to use a poem, please email me via the form on the Contact Andrea page here with details of which poem you want to use, where and when. Thank you very much.

 

School poems here
Space poems here
People poems here
History poems here
Superstition poems here
Nasty/gruesome/horrid poems here
Other poems here

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