Sods Law

Who is Sod and what’s this law
Sod’s law, what’s it for
Mend your car engine, drop your spanner
Can you reach it, no you canna
Perfectly aligned beneath the middle of the truck
Sod and his law, hard luck

Who is Sod and why did he
Let me get dog muck on my knee
I only knelt on the grass to pick a four leaf clover
Now I got dog muck on me all over
Sod must have seen me on my way
Lucky four leaf clover, no way

Why did Sod make my self propelled lawn mower
Go really good when the grass was lower
Now, the grass is long as stalk
And I cant get this mower to work
This law of Sod’s really does stink
Is it me, what do you think

Sod it, sod’s law. I got one toe inside the bath
And the door bell rang, well you may laugh
So I got dressed and ran the stair, only to find
There was no one there, Sod and his law
Who’s it for?

The garden gate was banging in the wind
The wife nudged me in bed, go mend that thing
3am in a howling storm, 3am in the god damned morn
Just when I reached that banging gate
The wind just dropped, all calm that’s great
Sod and his sodding law, I can’t take it anymore

There is a million things like those above
Sent to try, to push and shove
As long as there is a law and Sod
Make sure your shoulders remain broad
Sod’s  law, its staying, that’s for sure
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Allison Avatar
July 11, 2017 at 10:14 AM
Great humour you poem sure made me smile John. sod's and Murphy's laws are so irritating;-( hugs Jan xx
Scott Avatar
July 11, 2017 at 2:13 PM
Thanxs Jan. Sod's and Murphy's, wherever ya heart roams xxxx
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