Saturday, August 28, 2021

Murphy


Murphy
By Lord R.e. Taylor

Plans have been made
Working with ideas
Something to do
Somewhere to go
Days, weeks, and months
All look forward to do anything
But, Murphy won't allow it
He'll never let it happen
He doesn’t like having fun
Murphy's an ass

© Poem VIII/XXVIII/MMXXI


 



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