There are no 's *n my alphabett spaghett
so *'m using the stars in the sky for each *.

Monday makes the crazy seem sane
and I've done many Monday's
only to go back and do them again.

Sometimes
I have to think on my feet
feeling the rhythm
pounding the street
and at other times
I just go to sleep.

Monday has its place
which has got to be somewhere
out there in deep space.


So much for the wishbone,
it didn't work
unlike me
who has to work,

the chicken doesn't care that
it's Monday,
it's still going to cross the road.