How Brave are You?
Would you marry in black instead of white?
Cut your nails on a Friday night?
Give a witch a lock of your hair?
Break a mirror and not even care?
Jump up out of the wrong side of bed?
Never sing, but whistle instead?
Walk under ladders but care not a jot
Point at rainbows while shouting, "So what?"
Is your favourite number 666?
Do you enjoy taking all these risks?
Do you lap up dragon's blood and still feel glad?
No, you're not brave
YOU'RE COMPLETELY MAD!
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.
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.
Because now I know what he looks like,
I'll know who to avoid!
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.