
Today I have had to go into work. It was horribly frosty on the way in. It was horribly rainy on the way home. It was basically horrible. Here is a short and silly poem to illustrate how bad a working Monday really is....
If Monday had an occupation,
A ninja would be the job.
Hear it giggle with elation
As a shuriken it lobs
A master of disguise
When it creeps up behind you.
Though you'll soon find out its there
When you feel its nunchaku...
...Bash you in the ear
And you'll soon call for your mama
When Monday shows its teeth
And draws its steel katana
Yes, Monday is a killer
Merciless and cruel
I ain't goin' to no work next Monday,
You can't make me, crazy fool!
With apologies to Mr T and any actual poets out there. Move over, Pam Ayres!