The Buggeration Factor

Have you noticed that when you’re rushed
And for time you are quite pushed
You pray that your bus is running late
But, no, it’s gone, and you must wait

When leaving home in plenty time
The weather’s great, all looks fine
The bloody bus is late again
And, oh, my, god! It starts to rain

Your umbrella left behind
And no shelter can you find
Standing in the foul deluge
Howling gale and no refuge

Cruel fate has struck again
Leaving you to curse in vain
No matter what you try to do
Buggeration’s got it in for you

You choose a queue, you’re in a hurry
To grab a sandwich, before you scurry
Back to work. to bolt your food
Your boss is in an awful mood

Old lady stood in front of you
Can’t find her card, the silly moo
She hasn’t got a cent in cash
Oh, hurry, please, I’ve got to dash

She fumbles forever in her bottomless bag
Oh, hurry up, you stupid hag
You drop the sandwich, run away
No time for lunch for you that day

The weekend comes, it’s time to play
To the countryside, oh, happy day
Then you’re stuck forever behind a tractor
You can’t escape the buggeration factor