I found a Thursday,
Towards the end of a week,
But it wouldn’t speak.
It looked to Friday,
For something to say, but then,
It is a shy day.
Going out is fun,
I wish to travel further,
A nice beach somewhere.
I am okay now,
Sitting with a cup of tea,
And hearing it’s tales.
So hot and tasty,
At the start, and then it cools,
So cold and pensive.
