Monday I'll away to work, A place of few attractions; Tuesday I'll begin at last, To plan for this week's actions. Wednesday comes to weigh me down, A bustling mid-week bore; Thursday hints the end is near, The hope of something more. Friday is a day of joy, The end-of-week is here! Saturday a day to love, to laugh and drink and cheer. Sunday I'll enjoy a chance To lay a-rest at last; Prepare to do it all again, Ah! Isn't life a blast?
This poem was originally written in 2023 in response to a prompt by Ivy-Rose Opal.