Mondays are the worst, aren't they?
The bad things all happen on Monday.
Homework, detentions, tests, WHATEVER.
If I were God, I'd ban Monday forever.
Tuesdays...well, there's hope.
The week is closer to its' close.
Although the lunch could be rotten meat,
Surviving until Tuesday is a victory.
Wednesday is just another day;
By then, you don't even care.
Math, Science, Literacy..
You would, though, rather be anywhere but here.
Thursday is like a sundae in July;
Or an ice cube in a stir fry.
So close to Saturday,
I'm nearly about to cry.
Friday...a refreshing word.
Like floating through the clouds;
Jump into a horde of sharks I would,
I survived till today I don't know how.
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PoesíaPoems speak volumes about who you really are; they shout out your interests, you thoughts, your style of writing. But poems, most of all, have to inspire. If they don't, they're not good poems. I hope my poems will remain with you and inspire you th...
