
Hallo Soupers!
It is weekend again and it looks like rain here in Cape Town. The centipedes have been climbing up the wall and have come to rest midway to the ceiling. This is a sure sign of rain. Thank goodness that they did not climb to the top, or we would have to brace ourselves for a storm!
The above is an old wives tale which happens to be remarkably true. Similar to: It never rains on full moon, unless it is a harvest moon....
Today is 15 March/March 15 (depending where you live), known in antiquity as the Ides of March. Julius Caesar should have listened...
The fun challenge for this weekend is to write a poem expressing an urban legend or a superstition which we can laugh off as being exactly that. Eg Your "lucky" piece of clothing you wear when playing golf, etc
Please submit a *PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHED poem (one per participant) in any genre, but no more than 15 lines long (IT MAY BE LESS) to me at the soup mail and I will collate and post the poems, together with an alphabetic list of the participants.
*UNPUBLISHED POEM: It has not been posted here on PoetrySoup. Please hold off posting your poem till Monday, when the results will be made known.
I will post the poems (sans the author's name) & the separate list of participants, on Sunday noon (12 noon GMT) and you will be invited to Guess Who The Poets are 
Have fun and enjoy your weekend Love Su
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