A Poem to Monday

Monday, Monday, you come so fast

and make me long for Friday last.

A long week it will be

before the Memorial Day Weekend, when I'm free.

And a week from today, when it's Monday again

I will still not be able to call you a friend.

Because then to the lake I will say goodbye

and in the car back to Tulsa I'll drive.

I know it's not your fault that you come first

But, Monday, I have to be honest...

You are the worst.