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