The birth of a new week; Monday
The highs, the lows, the reluctant starts
I am a Monday's child, the school bus que
Hence the name Kodjo, Ajao, Adwoa, Quajo, Kojo
A Monday's child, name calling, roll calling; Kwadwo
But like the rest of them
The best of them, with the Sunday's blues
Oh, I hate Monday's car parking restrictions
But I am a Monday's child
So I put a lot more on my plate
In self fulfilment, in self attainment
This time, this week 36 in hours and some
I will give to strive and traffic jam
Before my Saturday reach
Oh I hate Mondays
Like the feel of the shower
Cold before entering
As the week starts
Oh Friday "are we there yet"
But then mid week through
See me inside basking
Loving everything else it brings
I am a Monday's Child
I love Mondays. Fresh start, new lists, looking through to Friday with excitement. When I was a student a lifetime ago, I detested Sunday nights. Perhaps that was my way of hating Mondays!
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ReplyDeletebeautiful quaint piece! thx for sharing
ReplyDeleteLove the cartoon leading in to a fun poem.
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I love Mondays. I am always off, Wednesday is my Monday..........but I still love your poem!
ReplyDeleteNice fun read, very enjoyable!! :)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading this! What fun!
ReplyDeleteI love where the prompt took you, and I remember, before retiring, many days of looking toward Friday wondering if we'd ever get there.
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