Tag Archive: monday


The Good Of The Morning

Cereals, oats, or rice

As long as coffee is there, it would be nice

The cold dawn gives away to the rising sun

Shivers will soon be gone

To get you through it for a while,

Always start the day with a smile.

Monday Had To Come

It’s not it’s fault

It had to come

Otherwise everything would end

Then, there

So it had to start

Unfortunately 

Oh isn’t it a lovely day!

Birds singing 

The breeze blowing steady

A cup of coffee on hand

While the sun slowly rises

And then I remember,

It’s Monday after all

…and I think I still do
But if I look at the bright side of it
Monday means I get to see you
It means the start of my week with you
And then, Monday isn’t so blue

Fridays should be days not celebrated
Why?
Because it’s the end of the week, end of my week with you
But then on weekends though I’d miss you
It’s a great opportunity to be by my own
And a great way to look forward to seeing you again come Monday

So, Monday isn’t so bad
Because you help make it so good

Tell me Monday why?

Why are you so blue?
Is it just me
Or is it you?
I wish you weren’t so
‘Cause my mood is so slow and low.
May your color change for the better.

Maria Michaela

Coffee, Monday, Rain

Coffee warms body, mind and soul
To greet the Monday blues away
A cup, a mug on a rainy day
What a way to complete the day

When Monday Never Came

People were wondering what could have happened

For some strange reason, Monday never came.

 

Tuesday was present, jubilant as ever

Waving here and there, welcoming a wonderful day

“Good day! Good day!”, it just kept saying

 

Thursday was looking ’round

Surprised to see so many gathered

It didn’t stay long and left in a hurry

Shouting, “Friday’s almost here!”

 

Sunday peeped but changed its mind

Instead, out came Saturday looking a little dazed.

It walked slowly, talked slurred

Could not walk a straight line

It held a coffee mug on one hand

And merely smiled at the onlookers

 

Wednesday was grand,

he kept shaking people’s hand

It was as if he won the election

“Middle of the week!”, he exclaimed

“You’re almost there.”

 

Now, Sunday was shy so outgoing Friday came out with it

They held hands and stood in the middle of the crowd

“Where is Monday?”, the people asked

Sunday replied, “well, he always comes right after me, so he may be coming anytime soon.”

“He always comes before me, I’m sure he’s just around”, was Friday’s reply.

 

On and on the week came and went

But Monday was nowhere to be found

It was as if he disappeared or just didn’t make a sound

“Manic Monday will surely come”, the people kept on saying

But it would seem it won’t be anytime soon

As Monday never came

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

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