Mondays yells for war
From footballs, volleyballs, and toy cars;
It stretches out far
until the next day.
Tuesday screams for puppies;
Very fast with barks and bites,
There goes the legs...everything flies;
It defines that not everything can be nice when they are out of spice.
Wednesday and Thursday;
Magazines and Races...Pummel;
It’s not enough...Mayday;
Emergency...but it’s not over yet.
Friday and Saturday...remnants,
Scars and Lashes...Tiredness;
Not yet...keep going...another chance...points to gain;
Last Chance...before the next day.
Sunday is here;
Leisure;
Relax;
Nice.
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Bright Blessings,
Joker44
- Author: Nafis Light ( Offline)
- Published: December 5th, 2019 02:08
- Category: Short story
- Views: 11
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