Hello, Monday. Hello, week.
Hello, day that’s not too bleak.
‘Morning, shower. ‘Morning soap.
‘Morning, day that’s full of hope.
Greetings, shirt. Greetings, pants.
Greetings, shoes that just might dance.
Howdy, cereal. Howdy, milk.
Howdy, kittens, smooth as silk.
Hey there, bag. Hey there, keys.
Hey there, sunrise. Hey there, breeze.
Here we go, truck, down the street.
Pull into the parking – dang it I forgot that folder for the fourth time in a row.
Dang it!!
Mondays used to be my favorite day of the week, and it was all because of the NY Times. The Metropolitan Diary column appeared on Monday and the crossword puzzle was the easiest. Now I’m a fan of Thursdays. It’s market day!
I liked Mondays because the kids were all sleepy from the weekend and they would be a little quieter.
(Awesome poem! I laughed out loud.)
Mondays are great! Thanks for the inspiration.
I guess I’m the only one who hates Mondays.
I’ll repeat your awesome poem several times, and maybe….just maybe I’ll shine like you some time today. (Nah, I don’t start to look like that until at least late Wed. afternoon.)
The kittens, Chewey and Gracie, are living a blissful, if not a bit over-stimulated life.
And Bobbie is tolerant, though annoyed. She keeps looking at me with this, “Really? Really, Beth? Come on.” look. It’s priceless.
Pictures…pictures….we want pictures!!
That’s great. There’s some story somewhere about an old cat in a house that gets a kitten. I remember it being touching, but can’t remember anything else about it. I don’t know why I bothered to bring it up.
Would someone in their right mind finish Lauren’s poem??
Dang it folder, dang it truck,
Dang it Bobby, Mondays do suck.