Under the ladder and over the crack,
At the witching hour, it crossed my path; it was solid black.
The mirror shattered, so I crossed my fingers and knocked on wood,
Just a pinch of salt over my shoulder should be good.
Unfortunately, on Friday the 13th the cat ate my four-leaf clover for a snack.
– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 20. Prompt was Friday the 13th and superstition. Photo from Wikimedia Commons.
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