It's a Monday Morning - I arrive at work whining,
The wasted weekend swiftly me flew by;
How will I pass these crazy five weekdays working?
How will I last till its Thank God It's Friday (TGIF)?
The thought of Mondays spoils my Sundays,
Blues rollick on to me, bringing memories of Escapades!
It is worth the wait for Fridays!
But Friday nights are meant for party time,
Saturdays are sweet with a buddy to choose and slime!
While Sundays are groovy to cook and clean!
Lamenting weary week of wasted time ! Oh Shit!
It is not going to be too Holy!
(Note : This is a Unisex Poem)