Why Did God Create Mondays
Mondays follow Sundays, but are they really fun days?
Start the week with not enough sleep, walking in a haze.
On my hair grows more greys in so many darn ways-
Am I getting old or is this crabbiness just a phase?
Make the beds and prepare the lunches ready,
count the heads then to school driving steady.
In the car way too loud in this ninety-four Chevy,
I scream, “be quiet please, Betty, Freddie and Eddie!
A day of clothes stacked in nineteen rows,
my God these three kids! And my husband knows
that when I have too much to do my stress grows-
Oh, Mondays bring me the throes of woes!
Spend all day quietly alone then the hubby gets home,
the dog barked loud the cat meowed; my mind blown!
At the end of the day I lay and moan and groan,
I’d have to say that on Monday’s appreciation is unknown!
Mondays Poetry Contest
August 1, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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