The Worst of All Days
by cricketjeff on December 8, 2014. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
When good intentions clash with Monday mornings
I’m sad to say I know which one will win
For fifty years I’ve slept through all the warnings
I’m not too keen for next week to begin
On Saturdays I don’t mind children playing
Before my body’s ready to arise
But everything the newsreader is saying
On Monday plants a pain behind my eyes
And every week must have its bloody Monday
On Tuesday if you’ve taken Monday off
The cloud that plights each lovely lazy Sunday
Is next day’s back to filling up the trough
When I retire I’ll leave this thought behind
That Monday is a dreadful state of mind!
English