Me-day

In my old, sad life there were just seven days
And there never was time for me to play.
Never the hours for what I liked,
Like counting the clouds or flying a kite.

There was only …Glum-day….Blues-day.Work!
Then When?’s day…Duh-sday.Going berserk!
Then Why?-day, Battered day , Numbs-day..numb!
When I painted the paint and plumbed the plum.

In this old, sad life I was fading away…….
So I decided to demand an extra day.

(I said)

Oi… You ..The Government.. I NEED SOME FUN.
Some personal space to enjoy the sun.

A Me-day. Me-day? Just for me!

So now on my Me-days I go to the beach.
Sit by the Me-side, nibble a peach.
Or head to the park and grab a swing
then ride on the Me-saws, or zingle my zing.

I scoff fruit Me-cakes, jelly and buns
and head to gym, then go for a run.
Or I put on a hat and act like a tree
Or sit and just veg with the Me-Me C.

On my Me-days, Me-days would you me-lieve
Everything is bliss; all joie-de-vive.

So now my week goes by like this:
Funday…..Whooday….Spendday.Yo!
Then…Purrsday… Hi-day….Full of go.
And Saturday…Sunday…I just can’t wait
For Me-day. Me-day.

Life’s just great!

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