Ode to Number Eleven

Not really my lucky number, but I like this poem!

My lucky number is eleven,
My mom says that I'm crazy!
I keep eleven books on the shelf,
And I've picked eleven daisies.

I've only seen eleven sunsets,
Not one more or less,
And I only eat eleven donuts,
otherwise I cause a mess.

I keep my guitar amp really loud,
turned up to eleven,
And when I play craps in Vegas,
I root against the seven.

I hate to get a number,
other than my lucky one.
because if I roll a twelve or higher,
my life stops being fun.

Eleven is so fun to say,
it just rolls right off the tongue.
And if I have to scream it out,
I feel the breath in my lungs.

It's funny how many things,
revolve around my choice.
It's almost like it's meant to be,
It's like I have a voice.