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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2023 01:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of nonsense.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Good write Gold. lol.
Tomorrow is the yesterday.... or whatever is the saying.
Thanks Orchi
What's that saying now? - I'm confused too about it!
Today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday.
That's the one!
Every day is Saturday!!! You're definitely not living in a hurry!! I love it!!!
Thanks LIZ,. No I am certainly not living in a hurry, every moment is precious.
Andy
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!
Most kind Bella, thank you so very much.
Andy
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