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Murphy and the Bricks
ANON
An Ode to Bricklayers
Sir, I write this letter to let you know why Murphy’s not at work today
While working on the 14th floor, some bricks I had to clear
Tossing them down from such a height was not a good idea
The foreman wasn’t very pleased he is an awkward sod
He said I’d have to carry them down the ladder in my hod
Now shifting all the bricks by hand, it was so very slow
So 1 hoisted up a barrel, and secured a rope below
But in my haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks ‘twas heavier than me
When I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead
I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found
That halfway up, I met the bloody barrel coming down
Now the barrel broke my shoulder, as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top, I banged the pulley with me head
I clung on lightly numbed with shock, from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half its bricks, from 14 floors below
When these bricks had fallen, from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and started down once more
Still clinging lightly to the rope me body racked with pain
I met the bloody barrel, halfway down again
Now the force of this collision, halfway down the block
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state or shock
Still clinging tightly to the rope I fell towards the ground
Landing on the broken bricks the barrel had scattered around
And as I lay there groaning. I thought I’d passed the worst
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel and then the bottom burst
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I didn’t have a hope
As I lay bleeding on the ground I let go the bloody rope
The barrel then being heavier, it started down once more
And landed right across me, as I lay there on the floor
It broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say
I hope you understand, why Murphy’s not at work today
ANON
An Ode to Bricklayers
Sir, I write this letter to let you know why Murphy’s not at work today
While working on the 14th floor, some bricks I had to clear
Tossing them down from such a height was not a good idea
The foreman wasn’t very pleased he is an awkward sod
He said I’d have to carry them down the ladder in my hod
Now shifting all the bricks by hand, it was so very slow
So 1 hoisted up a barrel, and secured a rope below
But in my haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks ‘twas heavier than me
When I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead
I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found
That halfway up, I met the bloody barrel coming down
Now the barrel broke my shoulder, as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top, I banged the pulley with me head
I clung on lightly numbed with shock, from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half its bricks, from 14 floors below
When these bricks had fallen, from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and started down once more
Still clinging lightly to the rope me body racked with pain
I met the bloody barrel, halfway down again
Now the force of this collision, halfway down the block
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state or shock
Still clinging tightly to the rope I fell towards the ground
Landing on the broken bricks the barrel had scattered around
And as I lay there groaning. I thought I’d passed the worst
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel and then the bottom burst
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I didn’t have a hope
As I lay bleeding on the ground I let go the bloody rope
The barrel then being heavier, it started down once more
And landed right across me, as I lay there on the floor
It broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say
I hope you understand, why Murphy’s not at work today
