Monday
Mondays are manic, or so the Bangles said,
mind begins to panic cause it wants to be in bed.
Longs to snooze, to diffuse the mucus that swims
in my brain, so insane like it's rammed full of Pimms!
My head's in the gutter, I splutter and cough.
common cold, be so bold as to sod right off!
(Promise to be chirpier tomorrow! xx)
Sorry that you're poorly
ReplyDeleteSorry that you're sad
Tomorrow you'll feel better
And that will make me glad! X