Most awaited day is Friday,
Start of happy week's day,
It's time to catch one's breath,
Saves us from the eleventh hour death.

Books and copies,
Now laptop and floppies,
They are all discarded,
and screens are more rewarded,
They are round the corner,
For my Artful dodger.

How much you lay down the law,
You can't have him in your claw,
How much you have a fit, take a look,
He is not going to hit the book.

My weekend is full of men,
Be it on the screen or on my bed,
Lunch n dinners have to be yummy,
Then only there's a way in his tummy.

By the week ends, i m as mad as hatter,
And he becomes a big chatter,
Trying to flatter.
Dare you ignore or shun him hear,
You will be flooded with crocodile tear.

No matter how much you beat around the bush,
He has his own way to ambush,
With his puppy face and naughty pout,
I too smile as it's baby's day out.