Sunday wondered about Wednesday,
Could his gruff and resigned exterior,
Shield, a stroll to the picnic interior?
Could there be,
Hidden beneath Wednesday’s mid-week hump,
A deeply serene soul more to her liking?
This was something she had to see
So she tried tempting Wednesday’s eye
With her tipple flexi-time smile
But Monday gruffly warned Wednesday
‘She only wants you for you length’
For as all the other days knew
Wednesday simply was the longest day of the week.
Monday convinced Wednesday he was in no need
Of Sunday’s implied tweaking.
Though Wednesday was indeed sorely tempted
He yielded to his leaders demands
To remain stoically centred.
Oh what a fun read loved it
Glad you enjoyed it Soma = )
This beautifully written. You have an amazing talent
Why thank you Nae. That’s the loveliest comment I’ve ever received.
There goes Monday buttin’ in – LOL
lol…
Interesting!
Very clever! Wednesday a hard day, though Sunday night has its share of dread! K.
Very true. Thanks for reading = )