The Monday blues
Began with my yearning to hit snooze
Alas, it was fated
That my mother, thoroughly outdated,
Does not believe in alarm clocks.
She believes her method,
Which involves pelting me with rocks
Is much more efficient.
And so in the midst of the Monday blue
I have written a collection of what could be called poems for you.
All of which have been thought up on the spot
Line by line,
Dot by dot.
Not all of them rhyme
Frankly, they're rubbish
Accept it, you're wasting your time.
But if it's Monday, enter my friend
Though be warned
I'll have you pining for your end.
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Poems That Don't Really Rhyme: The Monday Blues
PoetryEvery Monday I feel the need to piss myself off and complain about the whole whopping universe, and so I have done so in a poetic and hopefully somehow entertaining manner. For you.
