Sods Law Poem by stu aitken

Have you ever paused to wonder why bread falls sticky side to the floor,
Or why with bundled arms, you are never able, to open that wretched door.
And when you really don’t need it too, you can rely on it to rain,
And you can just bet someone else will get the last seat on the train.

How every set of traffic lights seems to have a mind all of it’s own,
That sees to it, that they turn red, just to delay you getting home.
Every queue you join will be bound to go down slow,
If someone dear is cheating on you, you’ll be the last to know.

If it’s a race to grab a parking slot, someone else will just nip in,
And all you’ll notice of the bus you missed, is the driver’s cheesy grin.
Whatever it is you’re trying to find, will be in the last place that you look,
That person in whom you placed your trust, turns out to be a worthless, thieving crook

If all before seems negative, let me try and find a plus,
Sod’s Law by definition, applies to all of us!