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Friday the Thirteenth

‘I’m going back to bed’, he said.

‘It’s Friday the Thirteenth,

I could end up dead!’

‘Even my Haiku has been affected –

and it’s not even going to be a Tanka;

so, what else can I do?’

He made himself a coffee,

and whistled ‘too-da-loo!’

returned to the safety of his four-poster…

he didn’t have a four-poster!

‘Oh, dear.’ he mumbled,

‘I now fear for the worst.’

and, at that exact moment,

the waterbed burst.