Bad Luck Is Over Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-idnight moon passes by,
E-arly morn starts to break;
L-et the joyful January
O-pen the sixth day without ache.
D-on't let the jinx occur, Thursday twilight is gone;
Y-our birthday has come, on the break of dawn.

A-llow the rain to fade,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
M-ist, haze, and fog
E-vade the sun rising high.
N-ew light has come out
T-o bring blessing to the beholder;
A-llow Friday the 13th to shine,
D-on't you know 'bad luck' is
O-ver.