Of all the days of every week
Mondays seem so grim and bleak
The weekend feels so far away
And thus begins the longest day
But I like Mondays, they’re for me
A chance to make things orderly
Compose a list of things to do
Assign each day just one or two
It also gives good chunk of time
To get chore ‘cross the finish line
An often over-loaded life
Is why, by end of week, we’re wiped
Instead of normal push and pull
Be just a wee more practical
There is no reason to work harder
If you just plan your work-week smarter
Instead of feeling Monday blue
Let’s give this day the praise it’s due!
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