Friday 13th

The world said, “It’s crazy!”, “Don’t do it!”, “You’re daft!”,

But these two just knew they would have the last laugh.

They went in so separate and came out a pair,

Then Kitts got confettied by Lainey and Claire.

A sea of red bridesmaids skipped round on the lawn

(Knowing full well they’d be skipping ‘til dawn).

The girls from St Michael’s all huddled around

And remembered the day that a Breeze came to town.

“Oh, my, what a dreamboat,” they said at first sight,

And all tried to woo him. But try as they might

He only had eyes for the littlest gal,

The one called The Kitten by all of her pals.

Luckily she also knew that she was his,

or else this small poem would be quite amiss.

They linked wings like penguins, they held hands so tight,

Giggling their way through the days and the nights.

(This, Muffy can vouch, is the absolute truth,

For a year she lived next to them under a roof.)

They swapped Leeds for London, for fortune and fame,

Chugging their way into Clapham by train.

Miss Brigg started teaching wee nippers to add,

While Breezy taught adults that smoking was bad.

Then, just as the clock almost struck twenty-ten,

Breezy knew living in sin had to end.

He placed a quick call to a man in Dubai

And bent on one knee, not far from the Eye.

The kitten sat purring, slurping champagne,

Wondering when she could change her surname.

The 13th, a Friday, was the only date,

But these two little lobsters - they just could not wait!

They danced out the chapel and into the sun,

With countless more Friday 13ths yet to come.