I loathe Mondays
Cos they give me the creeps
I love Fridays
Which spare me whips
Tuesdays give me a break
I need to catch my breath
Next day I snap a cake
To ignite at night my faith
I dread Sundays
Cos sermons make me blue
I dig Saturdays
Which suit my world view
In which a week
Despite seven days
Which run slick
Dare to curse my paydays.
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