Mulligrubs Poem by Hannington Mumo

A feel of bland taste in the mouth
As all frolicking winds blow south,
Quietens and benumbs your mind
As idle joints all lazy excuses find.

It is a lethargic Monday morning again.
All rotas and ledgers are blank and dull,
And all listless hands and feet and eyes
Crawl all around in an over-extended lull.

That precocious hard worker glum within
Is all willing to labor above noise and din,
But the outer cad yet mired in tart blues
Goofs around devoid of all crucial clues.

It seems life's another long Monday morn.
The toil-loving chap within is ever at work,
And that evident serial loafer is never gone
Until want of bread threatens pain or death.

You'll wage war against life's Monday blues,
And win that same battle, not strike a truce!