The End of the Weekend
I don't like Sunday night
It doesn't like me
It's the end of the weekend
which doesn't fill me with glee
Tomorrow morning begins
the workweek's dull grind
that some just can't wait for
but which I really mind
My last hours of freedom
couch potato-ing the tube ~
What the 'H' am I doing
I'm such a dumb rube
C'mon, let's go out
We'll paint the town red
After all, the next weekend
is just five days ahead
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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