Monday, that reched day.
The worst day of the week,
As some would say.
Yet I await your coming,
With you comes a new week,
A new opportunity for loving.
Monday, Oh how I love you.
With you my weekend boredom ends,
Of the people who like you I am one of the few.
You present an opportunity to make amends,
An opportunity to make revenue.
Monday, you cannot come fast enough.
I count the hours between me and you,
Of this bad weekend I have had enough.
I await your coming like a baby awaits his bottle,
I need you like an airplane needs a throttle.
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