I don’t like Monday

It is the day that I dread

Alarm clock screaming

“Get the f*ck out of bed!”

I don’t like Monday

With these post-weekend blues

I have to iron my shirt

And polish my shoes

I should have done it Sunday

But then I spend all of my day

Worrying about Monday

And wishing Sunday away

I don’t like Monday

When I cycle to work

Flat tyre, rainy weather

Could this ‘get’ any worse?

I don’t like Mondays

When my tyrant-like boss

Shouts and splutters in my face

Oh no, I think he is cross

I dream about Friday

Where I can let down my hair

I miss staring in my wardrobe

Deciding what clothes i could wear

But it’s not even Wednesday

I’m totally delusional and screwed

I have four more damn days

Where’s my fix of junk food!

I don’t like Mondays

I put on so much weight

Instead of doing any work

I ate and ate and ate...

I don’t like Monday

Have I already said?

I can’t really remember

But this is the day that I dread!