A Week In the Life

I shall be Monday and blue. I’ll be a morning with a greyish hue. I’ll be a short spell of afternoon rain. I’ll be all rubbish on telly again. I shall be Tuesday and cream. I’ll be a quick wake-up from a long dream. I’ll be the breeze on the evening run. I’ll be the washing-up not getting done. I shall be Wednesday and yellow. I’ll be that breakfast-time radio fellow. I’ll be that tennis match out by the hill. I’ll be an evening, peaceful and still. I shall be Thursday and puce. I’ll be a third try, still no flippin’ use. I’ll be a warm spot of afternoon tea. I’ll be another poor night on TV. I shall be Friday and black. I’ll be that girl with her hair tied back. I’ll be the nightclub that chucks out at one. I’ll be the time to relax and have fun. I shall be Saturday and brown. I’ll be a headache and all-morning frown. I’ll be a coffee and straight back to bed. I’ll be the day nothing ever gets said. I shall be Sunday, and green. I’ll be late morning, wound-down and serene. I’ll be all day without one thing to do. And then I’ll be Monday, and naturally blue.