"Week in a Wink"


Mon rocked up in trackies,
Tim Tams for tea,
By Tues the kookas
were laughin’ at me.

Wens the streets glistened,
still damp underfoot,
but hope wore her sandals
and kicked off the soot.

Fri slid past quiet,
Sat hit with a thud,
Sun blazed in gold
and lit up the mud.




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