Fay Slimm - Wet Monday Blues.

Why does rain never affect me the same
On any other day of the week?
Weekend fun done, I expect some
Monday sun sometimes, not this bleak
Drivingly incessant rain. I look in vain
For a last minute Monday reprieve
But still get the wet-Monday blues!

I could, if I choose change the name.
Sad-sounding 'Mournday' needs cheering.

Then the sun may be coaxed nearer
To showing his face. Was it in ancient
Fear that mourning, performed in the drear
Atmosphere of a Monday, besmearing games
Must have caught on, because from then on
There's been enough of the drizzly stuff
Daubing with teardrops of wet we call rain.

So lets wave a wand over more days of yore,
Perhaps then wet-Monday spells will be gone!

Fay Slimm

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