This is the wind-up,
the weak end of the weekend
when we get the windup,
because tomorrow's no Funday
a glum downright Monday,
if we say now't it'll play out,
but we're a gobby lot
and our two-pennorth have
to be said.
I'm in bed
hoping it's a dream,
but knowing it's not
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 4:38 AM UTC
This is the wind-up,
the weak end of the weekend
when we get the windup,
because tomorrow's no Funday
a glum downright Monday,
if we say now't it'll play out,
but we're a gobby lot
and our two-pennorth have
to be said.
I'm in bed
hoping it's a dream,
but knowing it's not
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