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
Showing posts with label Weekend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weekend. Show all posts
Monday, 7 June 2010
Friday, 28 May 2010
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.
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.
Friday, 30 April 2010
Beers
Home from work, and there's 24 beers,
Open the first, there's 23, Cheers!
And not too long after, we've got 22,
I've waited all week to enjoy such a brew.
21 left, and it's not even six,
We're down to 20, I'm getting my kicks!
Then it's 19, and it's starting to slow,
On the next one I wonder where'd that six pack go?
When we hit 17, I have slowed and I think,
If I keep up this rate, I will run out of drink!
By 16 it's dark and the footy's begun,
A slight increase in pace, as a quarter takes 1!
By 14 the football is stalled at half time,
and at 13 my ears ring, an inaudible chime!
Off to bed now, I can't keep my eyelids awake,
And for several hours I'll have a small break!
By 2 the next day, and we've started again,
soon we're down to 11 and clouding my brain!
Then 10, 9 and 8, they are going too fast,
At this rate I doubt that they're going to last!
Then senses prevail, and we call it night,
To drink on your own just doesn't seem right.
But on Sunday we start and the count is now 7,
With 6 left I must say, I feel I'm in heaven.
A twinge of regret now, the last six-packs open,
We're down to five, they'll last, well here's hopin'
Another one sinks, and we only have 4,
Now it's 3 I start thinking, should I go get more?
I don't dare hit the road, so the count is now 2,
And I've slowed to make sure that they'll last the night through.
Before long, however, we're down to just one,
Then I've had that one too, and the carton is done!
Open the first, there's 23, Cheers!
And not too long after, we've got 22,
I've waited all week to enjoy such a brew.
21 left, and it's not even six,
We're down to 20, I'm getting my kicks!
Then it's 19, and it's starting to slow,
On the next one I wonder where'd that six pack go?
When we hit 17, I have slowed and I think,
If I keep up this rate, I will run out of drink!
By 16 it's dark and the footy's begun,
A slight increase in pace, as a quarter takes 1!
By 14 the football is stalled at half time,
and at 13 my ears ring, an inaudible chime!
Off to bed now, I can't keep my eyelids awake,
And for several hours I'll have a small break!
By 2 the next day, and we've started again,
soon we're down to 11 and clouding my brain!
Then 10, 9 and 8, they are going too fast,
At this rate I doubt that they're going to last!
Then senses prevail, and we call it night,
To drink on your own just doesn't seem right.
But on Sunday we start and the count is now 7,
With 6 left I must say, I feel I'm in heaven.
A twinge of regret now, the last six-packs open,
We're down to five, they'll last, well here's hopin'
Another one sinks, and we only have 4,
Now it's 3 I start thinking, should I go get more?
I don't dare hit the road, so the count is now 2,
And I've slowed to make sure that they'll last the night through.
Before long, however, we're down to just one,
Then I've had that one too, and the carton is done!
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