Were it so unlucky, as we tend to say,
It could be worse you see, by a single day
Today is the thirteenth, day of April true,
the thirteenth year also, that we have to do,
into the new decade, that is what I say,
But no one seems to care, like the thirteenth day.
Yet there is a good side, makes the day so well
For NoPoWriMo too, what I have to tell
That if you’re reading this, you’re almost halfway.
So how could it be worse, no more mystery
Only off by one day, you would also see
that Friday the thirteenth, would also be true
It would be a triple, threat to me and you.