Monday liked to fart.

Tuesday hated art.

Wednesday was obsessed with cats,

And Thursday was constantly taking naps.

Friday was actually secretly a dog.

Saturday liked taking care of hogs.

And Sunday liked beer.

Sunday went and bought a bar,

Thinking that her business could go far.

Monday was the first one to come,

But his stinky gas made everyone’s noses go numb.

Then Tuesday came in, and dissed all the sigma are that Sunday had displayed.

And then Sunday gave Tuesday a flay.

Wednesday came in all exited and happy,

But was broken when Sunday wouldn’t serve her cats beer.

Because Sunday liked beer and didn’t want to share with Wednesday’s cats.

Thursday didn’t come because he was sleeping.

That’s pretty lame.

Fridays came barking in,

Until Saturday’s hogs took a big win

When they killed Friday.

In the end Sunday shut down the bar,

And drank beer until he died at the ripe age of 1,234,567,890.