Really Awful Weak


A moanday starts off the workday week,
And moans will quite abound;
With chooseday you choose a rest to seek —
No energy you’ve found;
On whensday you ask when will it end,
This awful drudgery?
By thirstday you’re going round the bend,
And need some drinks, you see;
But fryday will let you cook with gas,
All celebratory;
With satyourday you’re sat on your ass,
And drinking copiously;
By sunday, in sun upon the grass,
You quite passed out will be.

© July 2019 Colonialist

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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6 Responses to Really Awful Weak

  1. SueW says:

    I am a little behind this week but hope by now you’ve found your energy returning.

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  2. Widdershins says:

    Ah, that’s why there’s all that moaning on a Monday – passing out on the ground! 😀

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