here we are
back on the far side
otherwise known as
Monday.
as the bus conductor said,
room for more gloom on top
but
I'll stop with the moaning
and bid you, yes you
a good morning.
The weekend.
Sunday morning,
went to the dentist
he told me
( that'd be the old me )
it was going to cost,
the young me
( that'd be me last century )
would have told him
to get lost
but needs must,
when your teeth are bust
it's just so unfair.
She,
kissed me and said,
there, there,
there's a light at the end
of the tunnel.