Monday, February 6, 2006

Poem 5: Monday

Monday

Monday must be the most horrible of days.
The reasons it’s horrible are too horrible to say.
But with that said, I’ll try to explain
Why Monday must bring us oh so much pain.

You see on Monday, you work with a frown.
The full work week ahead has gotten you down.
The weekend has come, and the weekend has passed,
And like all weekends it just didn't last.

But Monday sure lasts, it lasts so long.
You keep checking your watch to see what's wrong.
But against your wishes your watch is just fine.
Against your wishes you can't speed up time.

So you sit and you wait and you pretend to work.
You dream of a boss that isn't a jerk.
But then you wake up and you almost cry.
You wish and you wish that the day would just die.

But wait, please listen, don't worry my friend.
For one thing is certain, all Mondays must end.
Now that it's been said, I'll say it again.
More Mondays will come and more Mondays will end.

Comments

  1. Jen Said:

    Do I see a "Tuesday" poem in sight?

  2. Squirrelinabox Said:

    Perhaps some day, probably not today... that'd mean a poem a day for 6 days straight! (For those thinking it'd be 7 days straight, there was a 2 day gap between the Friday poem and the Monday poem). But you never know, I may just feel the urge to do another :)

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