I'd say what a beautiful Wednesday if I was losing my marbles and going a bit gaga, note: not Lady Gaga, that'd be really weird., but to be fair the day ahead doesn't look that shabby,

the whining *** in me shouts,
' the day's only just beginning
it's bound to look ***** and span '

I have this plan which is,
from now on
to look at things favourably
it might make a better man of me
it could be the flippin' death of me,

She says,
scheming again?
I prefer
dreaming again
teaming up with the universe
and
plotting the course of the stars.