Mondays
Mondays
What are Mondays for, but manic,
Always waking up in a panic!
Never succeeding to get right out bed,
Turning alarm clocks off, contemplating calling in dead!
Stumbling off to the bathroom with haste,
Demanding, “Get out it’s my turn, make space!”
Realizing that I have nothing to wear,
I should have bought that darn outfit at Claire’s!
Running downstairs at a clumsy paced speed,
Gulping down breakfast of toast, eggs, and cheese.
Catching the mirror on my way out,
Noticing no make-up to put on a pout!
Opening the door as the clock chimed past eight.
Oh, what was this all for, I will be nothing but late!
Standing there contemplating excuses in my head,
Justified that I may as well go back to my bedroom instead!
29 July 2018
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