Weekend

Another day, last time this week,
And then my week will hit it's peak,
I hope I can do half a day,
Without big drama...Then it's play!!

And once back home I'll have an ale,
I'll surf the 'net, and drink that pale,
When evening comes, the footy's on,
And after that, my Friday's gone.

On Saturday, I'll stay in bed,
Not all the day, it must be said,
A later start, then off I go,
Off to the shops, rain hail or snow.

That afternoon, another game,
More AFL, more of the same,
A quiet beer, a blog or two,
Before too long, that day is through.

Sunday sees a lazy start,
No getting up at Sparrow's fart,
The time goes quick, it's afternoon,
The dread of work takes over soon.

It's strange to think the time I wait,
To see the weekend as though it's great,
Yet when it comes, I don't do much,
just watch TV, or something such.