13 October 2012
Number thirteen,
Unlucky for some,
But not for you or me;
I met you at 13:13
On the number thirteen bus,
Seat M, row thirteen,
The fare was
Exactly thirteen pounds,
Duration; thirteen minutes,
To the otherwise of town.
It only took thirteen seconds
For me to fall in love,
We dated, thirteen weeks,
Engaged, married in
Thirteen months.
Now we have thirteen kids:
Eight boys, five girls,
Thirteen mouths to feed,
Plus you and me,
Thirteen beds with dirty sheets,
Thirteen school uniforms to clean,
Twenty-six little hands
Leaving grubby prints,
Thirteen birthday parties a year,
Our bank account's been
Thirteen-hundred in the red
For over thirteen years now,
We argue at least
Thirteen times a week,
Over what to cook
Thirteen kids for tea;
There's never any left
For you and me.
Maybe the number thirteen
Really is unlucky?
Thirteen • Opuss № I