Call the blooming spring
There are things to say
Will the songbird sing?
I shall wait for that day
Well, in my everyday day
I despise Monday
Perhaps I like it not
Or is it that that day I rot
Laugh ladies and gentle men
For when I spoke the hardest of truths
A young lady thought I am vermin
Tell me yourselves, can all be sweet fruits?
Somewhere somehow folly creeps in
Ah! Now it is wrong to say unseen by us
But yet ignorantly we sin
Upon an innocent we rant and fuss
Yes nod your heads true, true
Ha ha ha, well really life is so eccentric
But listen every thing bad chooses Monday to sue
Things give jolts of surprise, now that's electric
Ah well thanks for reading it
I hope you do not think I am at my end of wit
It is just that all my love is fading away
So I thought you might want to hear while I say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Well penned Thanks for sharing with me 10+