Matters of a Monday

It's 11:30 on a Monday night and I have decided to summarize the days events in the form of a poem.

Don't worry your regularly scheduled program will be back shortly.

Matters of a Monday

Monday, Monday you were so long. 

The list, again, is 7 days strong.

Feeding, washing, babies mooing, 

Calling, thinking, chores for doing.

Bandit the dog is smelling funky.

It seems he found a sleeping skunky. 

Hammers, mud, and gravel roads.

Waiting, watching for wide loads.

Sunset golden in the sky. 

Trusses swinging way up high. 

Monday, Monday you weren't so bad. 

But with you behind me I won't be sad.

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