Dawned with a veil,
Of cheery deceit,
Monday comes,
With hope replete.
I cannot help,
But scowl and scoff,
As the heel of my shoe,
Falls completely off.
Rain comes,
My umbrella's at home,
Whil in this weather,
I must roam.
The paeking ticket,
Has a good laugh,
This day is only,
In the upper half.
Moving along,
With a darn and a drat,
The universe presents,
A big black cat.
Lunch settles,
Putting me to test.
Spaghetti makes a home,
Upon my chest.
No need to whine,
No need to cry.
What was that?
Did a swallow a fly?
My boss says,
I've cause a mess!
What's that falling...
The hem of my dress!
On my way home,
As I ponder and pine,
I dream of relief,
A big glass of wine.
Only to find,
The cupboard is bare!
Pulling me down,
To the depths of despair.
As night finally calls,
And my pillow seeks,
I thank the good Lord,
There is only one Monday in a Week.
Monday of Good luck