The Week

Monday gone,
Four more days,
Then weekend.

Tuesday slows,
the working week,
boredom comes.

Wednesday hump,
Downhill from here,
Sick of work.

Thursday, wow!
This week is flying,
Nearly done.

Friday's here!!!
Lunchtime some beers,
Home at last!

Saturday flies,
shopping and stuff,
Restocked fridge.

Sunday, no!!!
Weekend nears end,
Work beckons.

Monday's back,
No rest for wicked,
far too soon

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.