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Friday Poem

At least if every day were Friday, it would be a great excuse to eat fish and chips each evening.

If every day was Friday,

Then it would be such fun,

The weekend always looming,

Our work week almost done.

If every day was Friday,

The week would never start,

No need for Monday mornings,

No two days feel apart.

If every day was Friday,

Then wouldn’t it be bad?

We’d never get to Sunday,

And it would drive us mad.

If every day was Friday,

We’d miss the feeling of midweek,

And start to resent our Fridays,

That Friday feeling would get bleak.

I woke up this morning thinking about how much I love Fridays and how crazy it would be to make every day a Friday. Sadly, I think they would soon start to feel monotonous. Instead of Thank God it’s Friday (TGIF), we would start to get those Monday morning blues every day instead, knowing that the weekend was looming but would never really arrive. My poem about Friday is tongue-in-cheek but I bet many of you can associate with these ideas.

Thanks for reading my silly Friday poem and I hope you do enjoy your weekend. Another of my poems is Warm Weather In Winter. Please consider joinging my email list and helping me to grow my little blog.

Warm weather in winter – Poem

Spring comes early,

Snowdrops bloom.

Sunlight shines,

Inside your room.

Frosts no longer,

Snow no more.

Turn the heat down,

Warm weather in store.

Just remember,

This is not the norm,

Climate change

Is kicking up a storm.

While it feels good

It’s damaging deep.

Pollution is the problem,

The side effects creep…

Through ecosystems

And every nation,

So this odd, mild winter

Doesn’t garner celebration.

These are my brief thoughts about our particularly warm winter here in England. I do worry that people enjoy the lack of cold temperatures. I hope that this doesn’t make everyone less likely to push for change regarding climate change. For another poem about the climate, click here.

Middle of the Week – A Poem

Rush, hurry, don’t slow down.

Middle of the week,

Time is flying by,

Not much time to speak,

But always time for, ‘Hi!’

Singing silly songs,

Laughing really loud,

Rushing round like crazy,

Pushing through the crowd.

Working late at night,

Working all day long,

Busy as a bee,

Gotta try and stay strong.

Striding for the weekend,

Looking forward to a rest,

Trying to keep my eyes open,

Weekend slumbers are the best.