It's not funny because it's not Friday
and even if it is funny or Friday I have to work through the weekend.

I can never decide whether to go out and seek or to hide,
always in the middle, in a huddle or in some trouble,

Luckily I can count on some things
things like fingers or if it's more than ten,
toes too.

She says,
stop squawking
I do the talking
go back to your writing

I've counted to ten already.