One Of Those Days – Poem

Some days everything goes wrong,

From the moment you open your eyes,

Like when you run out of toothpaste,

Or adequate toilet roll supplies.

When the traffic is thick and polluting,

And you sit waiting for a red light to change,

Or you casually spill all your dinner,

On your favourite shirt, ‘Oh my days!’

Some days it all goes wrong.

At work nothing even works properly,

The photocopier is jammed and explodes,

You realise your pants are on inside out,

And the problems just pile on in loads.

You get home from work feeling tired,

And find you’ve got nothing for tea,

Maybe you also have days like this,

Or perhaps it just happens to me!

That Sunday Feeling

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.

Take me back to the seaside.

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!