Murphy.

There are a lot of stories about Murphy floating around and
Philip Lovely has written 3 of them which I am going to bring you
over the next week or so, I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.

Murphy.

Pat Murphy was an Irishman,
Of this I have no doubt
And he was one of those poor souls
Whose luck was always out.

He farmed his land and tended stock
From morning until night
But everything that Murphy did
Would never turn out right.

He dug a well, some forty feet
And thought he had a win
But as he clambered to the top
The sides kept caving in.

He dug it out tenaciously
A more successful try
But in the morning Murphy found
His precious well was dry.

And so he bought a windmill,
Set it up beside the creek
And reckoned that it’s concrete base
Would set within a week.

That night a gusty wind arose
While Murphy was in town
And in the morning light he found
His windmill fallen down.

He bought a drilling rig
A thing he’d never done before
And soon the earth erupted
In a great artesian bore.

The water washed away
The wooden stumps of Murphy’s shed
And as it fell I can’t repeat
The words that Murphy said.

The shed collapsed on Murphy’s pigs
And killed his treasured sow
And Murphy raised his fist on high
And screamed, “I tell ye now”

“I work and slave on all my jobs
From dawn till dusk, yet still
If anything can go wrong
You bet your boots it will.”

His words have oft been quoted since,
These fifty years and more,
They have been widely recognized
And known as “Murphy’s Law”

written by Philip Lovely