Sod's Law
It doesn't just apply to bread
That falls on spreaded side.
I've tried to move some furniture
That's been one inch too wide.
No matter how I moved the thing
And dragged across floor.
I pulled and pushed and twisted.
It would not go through the door.
Removed the frame - sawed off the legs.
The damn thing wouldn't budge?
It's just sod's law I hear you cry.
I should not bear a grudge.
I drive along a busy road
And almost every night
The traffic's backed up for a mile
A most depressing sight.
Now if I choose the inside lane
The outside starts to flow
And if I choose the outside
Well I think the rest you know.
I should be a clairvoyant
But predictions I don't like.
It's just sod's law I hear you cry
I'd be quicker on a bike.
I know that when I purchase goods
That things can go awry
And so I keep receipts galore
Of everything I buy.
I put them in a special place
A cupboard or a drawer
And if I have a problem
I can take them to the store.
However when one's needed
And this, I fear, is fate,
The damn thing’s either missing
Or has just gone over date.
So much for taking extra care
So much for being clever.
It's just sod's law I hear you cry
It's life. It's luck. Whatever!
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