Well it’s soon Monday,
and Sunday’s slipping away,
into the evening.
The weekend is gone,
and the sun does and has shone,
in a winters sky.
It is feeling cold,
the wind bites like a nipper,
and laughs at your pain.
Already I tire,
and feel like sleeping again,
though it’s still evening.
Buckle up I say,
make Monday a better day,
and grab it’s balls hard.
