I comfort-ate my way all day
To try to drive the blues away.
Too many sweets my lips did pass,
Six o'clock Monday: Weight Watchers' class.
Exquisite garden full of flowers,
I sit and doze away the hours
Enchanted by those bird refrains,
Midday Today: Man clearing the drains.
I hold your image in my mind,
A deeper love I'll never find.
Aspects of your lovely face,
Thursday: Must buy trout and plaice.
A story I read made me feel good,
Things turned out just as they should
The sort of plot where all things click,
It's Friday and the cat's been sick.
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