It was a global summit for superstitions
Populist issues were cheery in attendance
Chaired by a zestful number Thirteen
Seconded by a fragile yet strong Mirror pane

Ladder, and Threes eased in to the right
Umbrella, Index & Middle settled to the left
At top of the hour, Thirteen set the ball rolling
Urging all to listen, speak, empathize as one being

Umbrella in the house wanted to go first
I fold and unfold at their will
To be a stand and shelter is my skill
When I unfold within walls and a roof
I’m not misfortune-proof

Ladder couldn’t hold the urge to speak
I lean strong and bear their weight
So they can reach greater height
When they walk under me by chance or by choice
Ill luck could pour as I then echo the gallows

Threes held its nerve fairly long
Power of three rules in writing
Adjectives often in threes are resonating
Their folklores and tales seldom disagrees
Hard luck often comes in threes

Index and Middle shuffled to chime in
They often keep us near, and seldom very far
We are used to tap, pinch, and zoom
Yet they pit us against each other
When good luck is all they desire

It was the turn of Mirror to draw some fire
When I stand tall and reflect light
I build self-confidence and lift their spirit
When I have a fall and crack into pieces
I bring bad luck for seven long years

Thirteen was the one left to lament
When I show up anywhere, anytime, any day
They have a fear of me called Triskaidekaphobia
If thirteenth of every month were a Friday
Paraskevidekatriaphobia would die and go away