A Man-child's week
To me, a Man-child is an adult male who acts like a child: immature, lazy, unkempt, idiotic, silly, annoying etc. Usually it is someone you either work with or live with. This poem is a nod to the poem Monday's child is fair of face, but with a twist.
Monday's Man-child is a total disgrace
(A drunken stupor with open arms he will embrace)
Tuesday's Man-child got a gob full of mace
(he tried it on with the wrong pretty face)
Wednesday's Man-child has to go and get his Giro
(cos his bank balance is now showing a big fat zero)
Thursday's Man-child is feeling kinda low
(so he stays in bed stinking of tabs and B.O.)
Friday's Man-child is all about chilling
(a lads' night in where zero f@cks are given)
Saturday's Man-child is off to the footy - 3 points he's a wishing
(then off to the pier for a couple hours of fishing)
And the Man-child heads back to the pub on Sunday
(A few beers and games of pool he'll play)
A Man-child's week isn't very nice
(It's fair to say it's hardly one to suffice)
It might just be he's in a rut - with a lack of support or understanding.
(He's in a repetitive cycle; a tornado that keeps on turning)
One week to the next, it's the same old routine
(It's a shout for help - one that remains unseen)
Salvation came just as he was to give up all hope,
(A merry band of guys, who help each other to cope)
For Man-child now, a Monday is one to look forward to
(He knows he can speak his mind as do all the other guys do)
Man-child goes to Andy's Man Club, and this decision was the best
(Cos now he shares a positive or anything to get off his chest)
this sets him up for the week ahead, last week's woes now a line in the sand
(Andy Roberts, your story has saved hundreds across England, Wales and Scotland)
So if you see Man-child in yourself too, and you don't know what to do
(get yourself to your local AMC, and be part of a special kinda crew).
The original poem is below:
Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
And the child born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.
Copyright © Paige Turner | Year Posted 2023
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