Could this day be any worse for those

Who awaken in morning, preferring to doze

Only to find out, it’s Monday indeed

The weekend is over, this we concede

But wait, it gets worse, how can that be

Surely this Monday, is pure treachery

Disguised as a start, of things yet to come

We always believe, boy are we feeling dumb

So, on this day, when we all convene

We’ll fill up on baked goods, and tons of caffeine

Show him who’s boss, and should he rebuff

We’ll fire this Monday, enough is enough

©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0