Charlie F. Kane

Rookie (14/1/1989 / Solihull, Birmingham)

Ode To The Stressed - Poem by Charlie F. Kane

Why can’t I be like
An ostrich and bury
My head in the sand?
It’d make this week go
So much more easier.

So much to do in
Such little time,
That every time
I think above it
I want to be struck down
By a bout of
Appendicitis!

Mondays are
Are wet and dreary,
Tuesdays are
Are non-stop,
Wednesday is
Sitting around for
Nothing to happen,
Thursday’s are
Waiting for Fridays,
Fridays are a
Whole lotta nothing!
And don’t get me
Started on the weekend!

Why can’t I be like
An ostrich and bury
My head in the sand?
It’d make this week go
So much more easier.

© Charlie F. Kane

27/3/06

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 27, 2006



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