Murphy’s Law

Today’s’ another day unlike yesterday I am told.
But each and every one is unique in the troubles that it brews.
To solve all my problems I call on all those good old Patron Saints.
And the Catholic Church has Patron Saints I can pray to for everything.

As I get up each morning I pray to St. Martha the protector of all housewives.
I usually need St. Christopher while going to the door, to simply find my way.
Then St. Camillas is real handy if I trip and fall getting there, needing aide.
And when I write my poems its St. Cecelia to whom for words I pray.
As my children leave for school its St. Pancras to get them there and back home safe.
And when they give me a headache I ask St. Dennis to take it away.
I pray to St Ambrose as my learned children bring report cards home from school.
And as my children’s music goes loud its St. Cecelia I beg to- change it in any way.
When they get in trouble my kids like St. Gerard since they were falsely accused.
And with any time out, I send St. Hippolytus to guard their prison room.
Each month as I pay the rent it’s to St. Margaret I ask… so we won’t be homeless soon.
And when I face my crazy neighbor… its St. Eustace to calm me down.
As the dogs misbehave- I ask St. Roch to stop them just once more.
And when I’ve had a really bad day its St Dymphna I ask why I shouldn’t run away.

I’m not even Catholic but I like to hedge my bets…
Since I wouldn’t need any of these saints if just one weren’t already my best friend.
St. Murphy from Murphy’s Law sits upon my shoulder each and every day.
He keeps telling me not to worry… if it can go wrong it will go wrong any way.
He’s my Patron Saint who loves me most of all…
And I can see why the Catholic Church won’t claim him… no not at all.