Ode to a Sunday Post, Wondering If It Was All You Hoped It Would Be, For When Monday Morning Comes, It Was as Though Sunday Was Nothing More Than a Dream
Oh, Sunday post, where for art thou?
Would you be hiding beneath a cow?
No? Why say why and not wonder how?
Could you have reaped what you once did sow?
Or, would you have little piglets in tow?
Would you be pretty even without a bow?
I really do think so.
Would you roll up some money and call it dough?
And give it to your greatest foe?
Or your friend if his name was Moe?
I would think maybe no.
Would you take a boat out to row?
Maybe so.
Sunday is my FAVORITE day of the week!