Do you ever get that Sunday feeling? After a long working week I just want to kick back and chill on Sundays. I want to devour roast dinners and watch plenty of TV series.

This poem celebrates all things Sunday related. It also considers the sense of doom that comes with a Monday morning. Having Monday looming over me is the downside of Sunday. Never mind. All good things come to an end. Make the most of your weekends while you can. Give yourself some worthwhile me time and rest those aching bones.

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!

Thank you for taking the time to read my ‘That Sunday feeling’ poem. Please consider following my blog for similar poems in future. Here is one such poem – Sunday Blues – for you to devour.