Rejections 48 & 49

I used to think bad things came in threes, but it appears I've been receiving my rejections two by two; you know, just like getting the animals onto the ark.  Open City and A Public Space both sadly turned me down yesterday with nary a detail or personal name signed at the bottom of the page.  Both submissions were the same group of poems which should be a loud message.

 I can't wait for the big 5-0.  It's almost here. Care to start taking bets on what day it will come? It's like a baby pool. 

No - the other kind of baby pool. More like a football pool.