“Oh, Monday”

Oh, Monday.

Oooh, Monday.

Oooh, Moonday.

Oooh, Moanday.

You come and you slay me.

Sunday is not done,

Not gone with the setting sun,

But there you are once more

Scavenging at my door.

A beggar with a broken smile.

You promise to be for only a while,

But your 24-hours pass

As if the sands stuck in the hourglass.

Oh, Monday.

Oooh, Monday.

Oooh, Moonday.

Oooh, Moanday.

You come and you play me.

I fall for your tattered lines.

I hope ruthlessly for the sublime.

But, Moanday, you are there,

A rumbled love I no longer share.

You once held such promise,

But now you are always upon us.

Hanging low over the weekend,

Always about to offend.

Oh, Monday.

Ooh, oooh, sad Monday.

I go to bed and sigh

As I wave the weekend goodbye.

Ooh, oooh, Moonday.

Ooh, oooh, Moanday.

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