Bad Poetry

A poem good for only one day.

Bad Poetry

You may not think it's true
but I will not tell a lie,
born in the 11th month,
a scorpio am I.

And that's not all I'm saying,
the 12th day was the date.
Who knew in 2013
a number sequence would be my fate?

I did not think of it at all,
my daughter had to say...
Hey, Mom, 11-12-13
will be your birthday!