Monday

I got that Monday morning feeling Stuck under the duvet, head is reeling, Alarm clock is screaming Quarter past five I should still be dreaming Please tell me I don’t need to be leaving, The warmth of my comfy bed This pillow cushioning my head. I get up and stub my toe I mutter all sorts of so and SO’s And hopping round in one leg Grabbing my injured toe I fall back towards the bed, Yet almost miss it and roll off and hit my head I grab the draws and do my best, To get up and get dressed I am totally now so stressed, I am not ready to face all this As I stumble into the bathroom Brush my teeth and was my face Stumble downstairs and feed my face With a cup of tea and two slices of toast Mondays the day I hate the most The weekend now seems way to short Almost a distant memory Please just let me go back to bed to sleep Here we go to work again To the mundane routine. 30/7/2018