Why I like Mondays.
I don’t like Mondays, the old Boom town rats song used to go
But I kind of like them, all alone, quiet, on my own, just solo
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After the hustle of a noisy weekend, the place in such a mess
I like nothing more than to sort, tidy, letting my mind digress
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Regaining some sort of order is what I should seek to do
After tedious hours on end of watching my family argue
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Starting at the top and steadily working my way slowly, down
Is my best plan of action, military style! I giggle with a frown
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Hair pulled back in a ponytail, tendrils escaping round my face
In the bathroom, hands thrust in rubbers, ‘Oh my,’ what a disgrace
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Pushing my sleeves up high, to my elbows and then beyond
As my eyes scan round the room and mess, I think it easy to abscond
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But I battle on with a smile and think of four hours in the future
When I count myself lucky, that I survived and didn’t end up with a suture
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Dragging and pushing the vacuum cleaner around and along the sides
Finding a multitude of treasures, as it sucks and I struggle to preside
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The upstairs done, all spick and span, it’s time to bite the bullet
But before I do that and start again, I shove a coffee down my gullet.
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Refreshed, revived and my body near enough fully hydrated
My vacuum, my Monday friend, hand in hand our steps gaited
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On to the kitchen whizzing around, putting all the pots and pans away
Now getting tired, I hope some magical person will come lead me astray
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Four hours have passed, my house is lovely and clean and I can rest
Hear the quiet, heaven to my ears, I think of what I’ve got by golly I am blessed
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