Ode to Friday


Has anyone ever stopped to think,
How a Friday both is good and stinks.
It starts the weekend and resting,
But all best laid plans end up festering.
You put your feet up and have a drink,
And then you close your eyes and blink.
When you awake it’s Monday again,
Signalling for another week to begin.
Do not fret on the new week in the end,
Because in five days there will be another weekend.