for crafting in mastery a Sunday
that's a master at breaking promises,
a S(hu) unday when she breaks her promises
I invariably break mine
and soon Sunday fades like a penciled line
leaving the Mon(strous) day to glare at you!
I do love Saturdays
with the prospect of a Sunday
with no prospect of ever keeping the commitments
and let the day speed by!
I do love Saturdays
the day I can freely lie
and realize why
I do need a Sunday!
I do love Saturdays
for we pair up well,
commit all and fail!
A beautiful poem, words flowing in humorous way. I do love Saturdays the day I can freely lie and realize why I do need a Sunday! Very true said. One just relax in saturdays as the next day is holiday, but after sunday the next day all daily routine begins...Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As Geetha has said, all office going folks love Saturday as a day to relax with the hope of Sunday... a day of no work still in the offing! But when Sunday comes, the thoughts about the pending works to be finished on Monday begin to plague us! (For retired hands like us, any day is as good as Saturday or Sunday!) Enjoyed this humorous poem!