Anniversary Poem

It was the thirteenth Friday
In the month of showers
They’d heard it would herald
Misfortune and rain
But skeptics they be
— and fortunately!
They decided to meet on the lane…

She liked his style, eyes and smile
He liked her face and conversation
They flirted for a little while
Then said goodbye at the station

A ripple of dates
(each one – top rate)
Put them on a marvellous rocket
To the very same seats
Where their eyes first did meet
This time: a ring in his pocket

It was the thirteenth Saturday
In the month of showers
Last years predictions:
Hilariously wrong!
For there they sat
With diamonds and flowers…

Now doesn’t that call for a song?