The first day of the week and it reeks of starting over again.
Two days down & three more to go before we reach the weeks long awaited end
**** finally in the middle of the Rising Turtle's back
Forth day, feeling accomplished - only one more moon until the lust is what we lack.
On the final of the days - a new sun means great new things
Hence Saturday is the day we wake to yawn & stretch our wings.
We've partied through the only day we have to catch our breath,
So Sunday is the day of the week that simply reeks of rest.