Today was hard, I felt detached.
I didn't notice my socks weren't matched.
I spilt some ketchup on my shirt,
And dropped my lunch into the dirt.
Later in, to increase my doom,
I locked my pack inside the room.
I've been good, as good as can be,
So why, Mr. Murphy, is this happening to me?
I've had it up to here! This is the last straw!
I'm sick of being picked on by Mr. Murphy's Law!
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Today was hard, I felt detached.
I didn't notice my socks weren't matched.
I spilt some ketchup on my shirt,
And dropped my lunch into the dirt.
Later in, to increase my doom,
I locked my pack inside the room.
I've been good, as good as can be,
So why, Mr. Murphy, is this happening to me?
I've had it up to here! This is the last straw!
I'm sick of being picked on by Mr. Murphy's Law!
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