The weekend is full of joy,
Much needed sleep and rest,
On Saturday I get stuff done,
For me that day’s the best!
The weekend is a chance to chill,
And watch TV and browse,
But Sunday brings its own delights,
Like cleaning half the house.
On Saturday I shop and dance,
I try to workout and be fitter,
But Sunday brings a different vibe,
That sometimes makes me bitter.
Because Monday follows Sunday quick,
And preparations for the work week start,
I wish we had three day weekends,
More time for fun and art.
Reality brings chores and angst,
As ironing and planning fill my days,
But Monday you don’t own me,
With your taunting, stirring ways.
On Sunday I can still kick back,
And eat bacon sandwiches in bed,
I see you Monday, glare at me,
You’re messing with my head!