A Week of Monday Mornings

I’ve just had a week of Monday mornings Anything that could go wrong went wrong Why is it when everything’s against you The whole week seems too long I’ve avoided walking under ladders And when I needed luck I knocked on wood I picked up a penny and passed on the luck But that didn’t do me any good I scalded my arm on the kettle And stubbed my big toe on the bed Left a cupboard door open And ended up banging my head Putting the shopping away I dropped a can of soup on my foot When I tore a sheet out of my writing pad I was left with a painful paper-cut When Saturday at last arrived I breathed a sigh of relief When you have a week of Monday mornings Your bad luck is beyond belief