I know that I am not alone in my despise for Monday’s – so I thought I should/would/could share a little poem with you.
I hate Mondays…
I hate them through and through.
I hate Mondays so goddamn much,
I don’t know what to do.
I have yet to find a Monday,
that I have liked so far.
On Mondays I dream of Tuesdays,
Which even then seem much too far.
When the Sunday clock strikes midnight,
and tolls the death of another week,
the overpowering stench of Monday,
immediately begins to reek.
And when the calendar date
comes to Monday once again,
if you listen very closely,
you can hear the tired groans of one billion women and men.
But when that Tuesday comes,
the world begins to cheer,
because those 6 more days ’til Monday,
feels like an entire year.
– Brendan Foehr