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I never thought of myself as being superstitious ,

Until one day a black cat passed my path three times,

To be honest I became skeptical and suspicious,

How had the cat crossed the railway lines?

I saw if first outside my house,

Hoping it would catch my front garden mouse,

Then it appeared at my feet on the train,

By then I was thinking this is insane,

Finally it glanced up as I bought my lottery ticket,

Then disappeared behind a brownfield thicket,

The next day I checked my numbers and though I never saw the cat again,

I must admit it was a very nice win,

So am I superstitious ?I must say yes,

How much did I win? You’ll have to guess.

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Oh how I’d like to write a meaningful soliloquoy on life’s challenges and the benefits of growing old and appreciating things other than fame, instant gratification and regret. I can’t as I really haven’t lived that sort of life.

So I imagine myself a 100 years old and I’m afraid it wouldn’t be a pretty sight.

I most likely would have given up the ghost about ten years before and would just be a husk of my former self. The best would have gone and I would be at Peace and frankly nothing I could say to myself would make a difference, other than ,talking to myself would be allowed if not expected by my three times a day home carers.

As for writing well the arthritis would have stopped me using a keyboard a long time ago and my pens ran out of ink some years back.

I would be playing a waiting game, and smiling a a lot at the impracticability of silly prompts.

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In reality a shopping spree is really quite a bore,

Rabid consumption makes me angry and even quite sore,

I look around at all the plastic and crap,

I only went into B&Q to find a tap,

I left the shop having bought three,

Silly girl! I forgot the size you see,

And now I have seven pot plants and a key,

They were doing this weird offer and it was for free,

Get a key cut and have seven hydrangea for me,

It’s hard to say no on something that good,

Although I know I could have and really should,

As I have no space in my house at all,

The cupboards are full and so is the hall

Give them as gifts my sister said,

But with lack of water they are all dead,

So off I go to Next to buy,

More clothes and shoes! My husband will cry,

Just say you like them or shut your face,

I’m only playing my part in this rat race,

If I didn’t buy them then who would?

I did it to help the economy and it felt good,

And finally food shopping now that’s a chore,

I return with shopping bags galore,

Forget the list and the diet plan,

There might be a shortage so buy while you can,

Some would say this is a sorry tale,

But look John Lewis is having a Sale!

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I didn’t have a middle name,

My parents thought it quite inane,

To have to think anymore,

Was going to be such a bore,

So once I arrived,

And my birthing I survived,

They thought at first of Monica,

Mum said it was a ghastly moniker,

Baby Books they had in galore,

Until my dad said ” call her Igor”,

By then my mum knew they had to stop,

And one name would be quite enough,

Otherwise it was going to create tension,

No more names they would mention,

So one named Annie I was to be,

Later as it happened in my teenage years I chose to disagree,

And expressed my ire through autonomy,

My signature was so short,

It made my friends and class mates snort,

So being a fan of Blues and Soul,

I added to my name by depole,

And now I’m known as Anna Gloria Etta Betty Aretha BB Bessie Bell,

My parents smile and say what the hell,

It’s a double whammy for them you see,

They were into heavy metal unfortunately,

I told them in no uncertain terms that Anna Megadeth, Slayer Maiden Bell,

Really did not work half as well.

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