Tuesday to Thursday
My blues are gone ‘cause Jill left today
and I’m free to choose my own way.
Now, I can spend my Friday nights
drinking and getting into bar-fights.
Saturday, I can sleep in ‘til one.
Try to get a date with someone.
Take Rose to the bar. Have some fun.
We dance until we’re done and then run.
Sunday, I will have to pass on church.
I've been arrested and strip searched.
Heard the judge tell me, "Pay the man.”
and I tell him, “I will if I can.”
Monday, I sadly spend the day in jail
Paid the tab and the fine. My car’s for sale.
I try to tell Rose I’m not a bad guy.
She lets out a big sigh and says, "Bye.”
From Tuesday to Thursday . . . . I cry.
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- Comment from author about the poem: A bit oh humor mixed with a love scene?
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Comments5
Now that's funny in all its sadness. Loved the wording in this poem it made all the difference and left me smiling. Great job a fave
Thank you, SB. Always good to hear from you.
Quite an encapsulation of a week, Phil🕊️🙏🏻
Rik
Thanks, Arqios. I encapsulate to keep from sinking.
That’s wise and practical, as well as enjoyable 🙏🏻🕊️
I am sure you will enjoy your week next week then Phil.
Andy
Thanks, Andy. But I'm too weak to enjoy anything.
Although in essence it is a write of someone cocking up their life, it is written in an entertaining and humourous way, enjoyed the read
Thanks, PL. A bit more nonsense than essence.
You are very welcome
There's a kind of inevitable logic there that tickled me and dragged me along.
I have sighted (and kept my distance) a couple of nutters like that over the years....
Good 'un, Phil.
Thanks, DD. Those nutters are everywhere.
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