It's Friday Again
It’s Friday again
It’s Friday again and old soup is asleep
Slumbering, dreaming and snoring so deep
Or maybe out shopping, a new pair of shoes
A purse or a tie or whatever they choose
Perhaps they are climbing the side of hill
Their head in the clouds always comes as a thrill
Or out in the yard with their daisies and roses
A camera in hand in case anyone poses
Just maybe their driving somewhere in their car
Staying quite close or discovering far
I guess they could all be out eating their lunch
I’m not sure of that, it is more of a hunch
They could be out golfing or skiing I guess
Though ask them and I’m sure they will not confess
Maybe the dentist, a tooth that does ache
Out at a barbque eating a steak
Flying a kite or out rowing a boat
It’s way past the day they allow us to vote
Riding a train across rickety tracks
Pressing their shirts and then pressing their slacks
Something has happened, of that I am sure
There’s nobody hanging ‘round soup anymore
I know it is Friday and always the same
Only a few diehard poets remain
Man it's boring around here on Fridays
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2018
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