Seems that Monday lurks,
Like a nasty mugger there,
Waiting to test you!
There’s a brand new day,
Full of opportunities,
Ripe for the picking!
My glass is half full,
Try to use a smaller one,
It looks much better!
As complex as simple is.
Seems that Monday lurks,
Like a nasty mugger there,
Waiting to test you!
There’s a brand new day,
Full of opportunities,
Ripe for the picking!
My glass is half full,
Try to use a smaller one,
It looks much better!
The rain this Sunday,
Helps the springtime plants and grass,
Gives me muddy boots.
I need to get out,
And walk a little outside,
Sit for long inside.
Mister B. B. King,
Ev’ryday I have the blues,
Now on my way home.

The sun’s been shining,
It’s been quite a lovely day,
Immune from the news.
Up and out early,
Down the land and up the land,
We will get there soon.

Stockport Station now,
We going further northwards,
On a virgin train
Bump looks at his wall,
Or is it a fence he’s got?
A replacement fence!

May breaks promises,
Begs for Euro elections,
And a short delay.
The morning breaks sunny,
Pushing the clouds up and out,
Starting the day well.

The gray clouds fight back,
Crowding the sun as it climbs up,
Who will win this fight?
What goes up and down,
And is black and dangerous.
A crow in a lift.
(With a machine gun)
What a good Golden oldie.
More old wooden jokes.

I’ve gotta problem,
I’ve got a burst water pipe!
Said, Mister Lee King!

So what do you call,
A girl with tiles on her head?
Maybe her name’s Ruth!
Greasy Grey explains,
To Blame the Brexiteers,
For the Brexit mess.
The cold bright and cold,
Potentially a great day.
Let’s see what it brings!
I am so tired
I think I’ve caught the lurgy
Maybe on the train.
I fell fast asleep,
No music just passing scenes,
Just more of the same.