Superstition Poems
Are you superstitious? Here are some of Andrea's SUPERSTITION POEMS.
All poems Copyright © Andrea Shavick. This means that if you want to use a poem for your school project, performance, website etc you'll need permission. Just go to Contact Andrea and send your name, school details and the name of the poem you want (and why).
Commercial users / publishers please either get in touch via Contact Andrea page or via Andrea's agent. Thank you!
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 mirage
Smiling at me
Was the face of my true love
My husband-to-be!
I was delighted
Truly overjoyed
Cos' 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 not 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
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.
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.
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
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
All poems Copyright © Andrea Shavick. This means that if you want to use a poem for your school project, performance, website etc you'll need permission. Just go to Contact Andrea and send your name, school details and the name of the poem you want (and why).
Commercial users / publishers please either get in touch via Contact Andrea page or via Andrea's agent. Thank you!
