Friday

How come Friday is the one, where we can’t wait for it to come
Saturday is the day, when we get to play and party the night away
Sunday is the one; that on Saturday we wish had not done what we had done
Monday is spent looking for a chair, after the weekend we’re still trying repair
Tuesdays are so bad, thinking of all that fun at the weekend we had had
Wednesday is the middle of the week and everything seems so dark and so bleak
Thursdays aren’t quite full of cheer but Wednesday misery does start to disappear
So why is Friday the one, where we can’t wait for it to come?
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Posted: Dec 2012

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Ladybee42
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I don't know which is funnier, your poem or Mac's comment?



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