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Why when waiting for a bus
You ponder as the time goes on
Should I walk and make no fuss
Is it coming 
Or has it gone

So off you go
You start to walk
All on your own 
No one to talk
What’s that I hear, as they get near
The sound of buses driving fast
Then two by two they drive right past
 
Why is it when you diligently always pack a brolly
Where it stays rolled up and hiding at the bottom of your trolley
The sun will always shine each day from Mondays through to Sundays
But once there is no brolly at the bottom of your trolley
The heavens open soaking through your coat into your undies

And last of all that dreaded queue
So which one will you choose
Well you can always guarantee
As others pass you rapidly
That when you spy the till in sight
She closes up and says Good Night

From Eastbourne down to Arkansas 
Queues are the same 
It’s such a bore
There is a law that tells you why 
When having no brolly rain pours from the sky
And buses always come in twos 
To frustrate you 
Get you confused

Sod is the reason
He made the law 
It’s known Worldwide 
It is Sod’s Law……

Written 26 October 2018

Contest Strand Choice 2
Sponsor Brian Strand
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