Weekday Rituals.

 

Weekly Rituals....    

 

Monday
morning
mundane
mourning
masticulated
moments
from the weekend
coat my tongue
and punchclock's

hold no rum! 
~
Tuesday it's
boo-hoosday
it's butt put

to the
screwsday
just another
bluesday
have to wear
tight shoes day
nothing's ever
new day
cause it's only
been just two days
Tuesday??
my weekend's
three more  
mourns away
and I've
must get past...
~
Wednesday
deadest day
holds the most
regret its day
moving like a
lead ass day
feels just like
a frump day
hump day
chump day
`
Thursday

 
thirsty
for a good
stiff drink hey
curseday
worseday
waiting for the
purseday
cause
tommorrow
brings the big pay
~
Friday
myday
fly day and I'll
buy day
kiss the jobs
goodbye day
payday
yayyday
let's get out
and playday
~
Saturday
fatterday
nothing is
the matter day
joy is on
my platterday
~
bed is my

best friend
sleep in

until ten
wish it'd

never end
a sadderday though
when it's done and
then the next day
has begun
~
Sunday
funday
perfect
number one day
getting nothing
done day
memories here
are spun day
right before

that shunned day
we all know as.....
~
Monday
mundane
morning
mourning
came up
without warning
sleep bags
are adorning
eyes that miss
that one day
spent out
in the sun day
weekend's come
undone day
~
And so it goes
times fifty-two
Monday's first and
then there's Tues
many tasks
to pay your dues
Wed to work
and Thurs.t for more
Friday is
an open door
Saturday
a gladder day
a barb-b-que
and spatter day
Sunday is
the grunge day
wax the car
and sponge day
into hammocks
plunge day
too soon it's

a done day
then it's back

to Monday
mundane....

morning....

mourning

 

Arrrgggggghhhh!!! 

 

©-MFB III

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Ralph Deeds 7 years ago

Might one call this one doggerel?

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