Sunday, Sunday, Don’t Go Out in Your Undies
Sunday, Sunday.
It feels like I’ve written something this lame before.
And I don’t mean yesterday.
Sunday, Sunday.
Why does it seem I’m always at a loss for words this day?
And days like yesterday.
And many other days of the week, oh yeah.
Sunday, Sunday.
It’s a Sunday.
That’s today.
Will it be all that you hoped it would be,
Today?
Sunday, Sunday.
How many lame posts like this can I write
While not scaring you all away?
If it were Monday, I might be drawing just as much of a blank.
Sunday, Sunday.
It’s still Sunday.
It’s not Monday.
And, for that, we can be glad, maybe.
Sunday, Sunday.
If you were Friday,
You wouldn’t be Sunday.
Oh yay.
All day.
Sunday, Sunday.
I bet you thought this post would never end.
But it will.
Or so you hoped it would end soon.
Sunday, Sunday.
And so it ends.
Now.
Not Sunday, just the post you see.
Go back to doing what you wanted to do, you see.
Sunday is my favorite day of the week!
@Meeah Sundays are pretty good without a doubt! But myself I prefer Saturday simply because on Sunday you are relaxing but at the same time for most of us the next day we gotta get back to work, at least Saturdays are more relaxing in that way, hehe.
dcr you are quite creative is all I can say about this post
I love Sundays but lately they have sucked. I don’t even try to put a post together on the weekend. It’s not worth it, I can’t think of anything and nobody reads it on a Sunday anyway.