Monday never goes away. It just keeps coming
with the excitement of a visiting out-of-town relative.
Bringing with it a bounty of things you don't want.
Lingering hangover from the pinot of Saturday night,
stupid drivers, wrong coffee order from Tim Horton's
(later spilled on your shirt), Monday morning meetings,
coverage for a "sick" co-worker, something forgotten
to be done from Friday.
On vacation, I laugh in the face of Monday.
Telling it that it can't get me down.
I stay up late Sunday, I sleep in, drink chai,
eat scones.
On vacation, Monday is a beautiful thing.
What do you take in your Timmys?
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