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By Mark Cantrell Mondays,
They’re my favourite days,
The best of days,
For the brand new week they bring,
Waking up on the morn’, brings
That bright and breezy joy:
Thank God it’s Monday, I cry
For it all begins again.
When Friday comes,
I’m so forlorn,
Why oh why, can it not be Monday?
When every day’s a Monday,
Every day is bliss,
That’s why everyday is Monday,
In my special Monday world.
I demand the Monotony of Monday,
So every day can be the same.
Monday’s mine, I demand,
Monday, all the more.
I’m forever mad for Mondays...
You can see I’m plain
Insane.
Mark Cantrell,
Manchester,
(Monday) 15 March 2010
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Category: POETRY