I was happy this morning, as I woke up in bed, <br />Then realized it was Monday and I faced the day with dread, <br />For somehow, whatever comes my way, my temper is displayed, <br />Just mentioning 'it's Monday', my nerves, they become frayed. <br /> <br />The day will be just a ' write off', it's no good me trying to do <br />Any sort of reasonable job, things won't go right. It's true! <br />It's like a 'cloud' which hangs around and never let's you be, <br />Whatever I attempt to do, disaster follows me. <br /> <br />If I could sleep through Mondays, then that would be just bliss! <br />Then Mondays wouldn't have happened, I'd have given them a miss! <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monday-morning/
