In all my working life they were there,
Those very special days.
They occurred every week,
They still do in my retirement,
But are not as special
As when I was working.
Those Fridays were always special,
So very special.
They were POETS DAYS,
Push off early,
Tomorrow’s Saturday.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2020 01:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Just something that came to mind.
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
I saw a comedy show with a posh wife. She said 'Oh, I suppose SOME people have to work weekends!' She was too posh to do so.
I have known people like that, I have worked many weekends in my working life - never a problm though.
Andy
Being self employed soon knocks that out of your system but it doesn't help when it has become established in your partners lifestyle.
Disappointments ensue.
Reminds me of one my seretarys from the past who used to say 'I've only got six pairs of knickers and today's Friday - yahoo !!!!'
Well played sir
a lazy rush day,make it to the bank,go home and pick her up to rush to the grocery store,ready for the weekend cook out
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