Who doesn’t hate Mondays?? I ask you….and if you do I hope there’s a good reason…..like only bank holiday Mondays, otherwise you’re a fool I tell…a fool!!!
Sunday night and off to bed,
Filled with Monday morning dread.
Willing it to disappear,
Not waking up to my worst fear.
Alarm goes off and I hit snooze,
Early and its sleep I lose.
Five more minutes all I need,
Goes off again and I concede.
Drag my carcass out the pit,
Don my weekly work outfit.
Then splash some water on my face,
Teeth brushed and head out this place.
It’s freezing and it’s bloody summer,
Working now is such a bummer.
Five full days to go get through,
Then the weekend and only two.
Oh well Monday here we go,
Damn this day’s going to be slow.
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