Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me
Why when waiting for a bus
You contemplate as time goes by
Should I walk and make no fuss
Will I be left here high and dry
So off you go
You start to walk
All on your own
No one to talk
What’s that I hear, as sounds get near
Of buses driving fast
Then two by two as if to sneer
They do not stop
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 rain comes down and soaks you
right through 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
Without a 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……
Entry to Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
23Oct2018
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2018
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