Triskaidekaphobia
I feel the fear, from my bed I peer.
For the time umpteenth, it’s Friday the thirteenth.
Off to work, I must go, these foolish fears I must stow.
But what the hell, myself I tell
At least it’s NOT Monday the Thirteenth!
I feel the fear, from my bed I peer.
For the time umpteenth, it’s Friday the thirteenth.
Off to work, I must go, these foolish fears I must stow.
But what the hell, myself I tell
At least it’s NOT Monday the Thirteenth!
Look Sancho there is a windmill over there!