Apparently writing a poem about something unpleasant can make you feel better about it. So Carlos and Joy took on the topic of Mondays. See if either one brightens your day:
Monday, why can’t you be more like your big brother Friday?
When you say get up, it has to be your way, Monday.
When Friday says get up, its like Burger King and I can have it my way!
Monday, Oh Monday…
Your highways are angry
Your friends are all cranky
Maybe a change of pace
Could find you a place
In my heart where Friday
Will Always be.
The start of the week is hard you see
And Mondays it’s not you it’s me
I’m not a morning person
And I too quickly forget that Sunday sermon
The start of the week is just overwhelmin’
All the work I see coming is not helpin’
If the sun is shining it doesn’t matter
I’d rather be in bed eating cake batter
We will always be two separate entities
Mondays, guess we will just have to stay frienemies.