Monday Poem

Please spare me your Monday hate

Your “weekend’s over” ire.

Approximately one-seventh of one’s

Life is spent on Mondays.

One-seventh!

Disparaging Mondays is akin to

Putting down the first (or second, or third, etc.)

Decade of one’s existence.

Let’s revisit our relationship with

Monday. Put a crown on it, 

Cloak it in ermine-trimmed velvet and

Parade it through the halls of your

Life.

Name a rum drink in Monday’s honor:

“Monchata!”  

Now let’s celebrate!