Sunday to Monday

Sunday was so sick of Monday

With his arthritis,

His whinging and bitterness

About  having to start the week,

And paranoid! – Monday was always convinced

That everyone hated him.

Well Sunday knew this to be true.

Who could possibly like Monday,

With his aches and his pains,

His negativity and  continual reluctance,

To kick things off and get the week

Going with a smile.

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4 thoughts on “Sunday to Monday

    • Me too…. I had a whole poem about how Friday was the Party Girl and as a result Saturday always somehow felt too hung over to manage anything more than a day on the couch…. but I lost it to a computer glitch…..youch…… thank you so much for you comment = )

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