13

13 is my lucky number: It is my birthday date.
I was born on a Friday, and the chickens all laid late.
Black cats don't cross my path, I saunter under ladders,
like Patrick I can charm snakes; lie down among the adders.
I shave in a broken mirror, and praise my special luck,
I cut the feet off rabbits, to hang them in my truck.
I buy my girlfriends lilies, my clover has two leaves;
there's jade in both my earlobes, pentacles on my sleeves.
My seal is not Solomon's, my horseshoes are all bought:
I never cross my fingers, as boys are often taught.
The cracks caress my footprints, I am the devil's friend;
I pass and butter sours; and you'll meet my bitter end.