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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Travel · #1915591
The bus was late
The bus was late
and Murphy had to wait
standing in a hard cold rain,
wishing he could catch a train.

The wind began to blow,
it started to snow
and the temperature dropped to forty below.

Shivering from the cold,
Murphy was still alive when the bus arrived,
so he refused to put his vacation on hold.

He shouted, "Praise the Lord!"
As he climbed aboard
the bus to Fort Lauderdale,
but he wanted to go to Mexico.

"Oh, what the heck,"
he said as he shook his head.
"What else can I expect,
when my name is Murphy Law."
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