Confused Of Evesham 2.

Goldfinch60



Back from our holiday,

Woke up Sunday morning

Not knowing what day it was,

It certainly didn’t feel like Sunday

Yet off to church we went

And others were there,

So it must have been Sunday.

Woke up Monday morning

Thinking what day is this,

Didn’t have a clue

Until I looked in my diary.

Still more confused

As my next door neighbour

Was going on holiday on Monday,

And here I am awake,

Thinking it is Tuesday,

But they are still in their home.

So that is me ,

Confused of Evesham.

But still I do know what today is,

As since being retired

Every day is Saturday.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 31st, 2023 01:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of nonsense.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 5
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    Good write Gold. lol.
    Tomorrow is the yesterday.... or whatever is the saying.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi

      • orchidee

        What's that saying now? - I'm confused too about it!

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      • LIZ

        Every day is Saturday!!! You're definitely not living in a hurry!! I love it!!!

        • Goldfinch60

          Thanks LIZ,. No I am certainly not living in a hurry, every moment is precious.

          Andy

        • Bella Shepard

          I'd say a spot of nonsense that is spot on. We just returned from 2 1/2 weeks on the road, and I get exactly what you're saying. You're also absolutely right about Saturday, although in listening to the happy music you've suppliesd who cares what day it is. Always a great read and tune to boot!

          • Goldfinch60

            Most kind Bella, thank you so very much.

            Andy



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