When Murphy Came to Call
It was in my younger years
I had had an accident
So she came to dry my tears
Until my bones had knit
We lived in a 1 bedroom flat
It was a rather tight fit
Mother was home alone
She ran herself a bath
Preparing to lay out prone
Stepped into the warmth mmm Devine
Then remembered her underwear
Were still drying on the line
Peeped out the front door
If only she had known
What the next minutes had in store
And then off to the right
It was pitch black
Not a sole was insight
So she could retrieve her knickers
Then out she stepped
Starkers except her slippers
Coz Murphy was waiting there
Mother dear was left standing
Dam cold and very bare
There was a fluffy towel
To cover all her bits
But it didn't cover her scowl
But now what to do
We were out for hours
By then she'd have the flu
Two miles down the road
She could see no other choice
Shanks pony the only mode
As spritely as she was able
Luckily there weren't police around
She would have appeared unstable
Trying to dodge the car lights
Really hoping no one was looking
Out their windows that dreary night
Knocking frantically on the door
When her friend opened up
She was gobsmacked that's for sure
A sandwich and cold tea
A full bath, a pile of clothes
But no Mother Dear you see
Ringing everyone we knew
We were scratching our heads and wondering
When in the door she flew
She couldn't wait to say
How Murphy had come to visit
On that cold and dreary day
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