Cloaked in his lucky sweater
He grabbed his horseshoe keychain
And opened the front door.
He walked without stepping on cracks
All the way to the store.
With fingers crossed
He removed a dollar from his clover money clip.
He put the bill into the machine
And tapped the button once;
Out came a lottery ticket.
All his life he dreaded this day
But still held out a little hope
Hope that he would win big
On this Friday the 13th.