Today, I think, is Tuesday
Though I'm not too sure
I do not have a calendar
I've made this mistake before
I thought yesterday was Friday
And today was the weekend
But my error was pointed out
To me by a friend
Now I'm sitting in a pub
That's serving Sunday lunch
I must be in a time warp
Though that is just a hunch
Maybe time is playing tricks
Just to drive me mad
Or could it be I've drunk too much
And this proves my life is sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem