LIGHT ENTERTAINMENT

WHAT'S THE POINT OF MONDAY?

I drum my fingers, twiddle my thumbs.

How I hate each Monday.

All I do when Monday comes

Is long for Friday fun day.

Nothing happens on Monday.

Everything is shut.

Anyone out on Monday

Is just a crazy nut.

I stay in on Monday

When everything is dead.

Don't want others thinking

I'm loopy in the head.

Monday nights when I'm indoors

I watch boring telly,

Remembering all the laughs I had

When beer filled up my belly.

It's like a Church on Monday.

Maybe I should pray,

Maybe God will grant

A second Saturday.

Can't wait for Tuesday evening

When life begins once more.

As soon as Monday's had its day

I'll be out that door.

I sit and watch the clock

Wishing time would pass,

Dreaming of the coming days

When I tip back my glass.

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