An Absurd Week - In Verse


SUNDAY

We’re working on the Sabbath;

Just contemplate how odd.

We’re pacifying management,

While pissing off their god.


MONDAY

He spawned a new persona

That’s fond of wearing tights.

Don’t condemn him, after all,

He’s got his “Sybil” rights.


TUESDAY

Legs are such a marvel,

Yet, somehow incomplete.

They never seem to stray too far,

Without their friends…the feet.


WEDNESDAY

The government said that I can’t,

Go to school on a federal grant.

            So to raise needed funds

            I crossed as’prin and mums,

Now I’m stuck with a medical plant.


THURSDAY

We have no use for intellect;

Nor logic, rhyme nor reason.

If someone starts to make some sense,

Chances are, they’re teasin’.


FRIDAY

It’s Friday, and my socks don’t match,

But neither do my feet.

The right one’s shaped like Arkansas,

The left one keeps the beat.


SATURDAY

My candle’s seeing double.

The midnight oil’s aflame.

Someone put the cat out

Before she does the same.


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