ah Monday I do see your countenance
compelling me to don the plate and mail
to gird my loins assume a warrior's stance
prepare for battle and the week's travail
but Sunday's deemed by deities for rest
reflection on things other than the work
with which weekdays and often nights are blessed
as 'tween and 'twixt our tasks we're often jerked
so Monday you'll excuse my reticence
to recognize your premature onslaught
'tis Sunday I'll negate your puissance
with suitable libation in a draught
like death and taxes Monday's time will come
but 'til then raise a toast to all that's fun
© 2015 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved
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