Still on bed, with no one to eat head
It's already 9 o'clock, so today no morning walk
It's for me to sleep as much I can, not because I am a man
But because 6 days later it re-arrived 'the Sunday-a fun day'
Today I'll sing and dance, with enjoyment at glance
I'll run, hop, play as I used to do in my childish day
When I'd also yak for long hours, with my ally about super cars
On this very special day 'the Sunday-a fun day'
Give me this day again if you can lend, this lovely weekend
Where my hopes are high on peak at this first day of week
May all days be like it, where with work I can relax and sit
Lastly to my friends, family and foes I wish 'this Sunday-a fun day'
-By little poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem