An Ode to Mondays
There are seven days within each week And folks may have their favorite, But find a fan of Mondays, And I’ll say that soul’s unfortunate. For who could love a Monday It’s the start of a work week. The alarm is buzzing early, Five more minutes do I seek. Drink the coffee, get behind the wheel Into traffic I do battle As I follow others heading in Like a guided herd of cattle. Read the email, is it lunchtime yet?…