Lucky thirteen and nowhere near midnight
Nowhere still closer to daylight
It’s the time of night where one party ends
And another begins
Every song sounds better
And the pool is wetter
Some folks can hang and some folks can’t
Some keep drinking when they shan’t.
The night is far from over yet
And the morning brings retribution you can bet.
Thirteen is though unlucky,
And maybe it is, when the rhymes are sucky.
But I’ve got time this night
And many more after