“Let go, Monday!”
Dragging me from my fun weekend.
Yet, like all bullies, your meanness chases me to
school where I’m safe with my friends.
Tuesday, You coward, Monday’s henchman.
Yeah right, all you do is use your big, fat self to
keep me from Friday.
Wednesday, neutral. Not sweet, not sour.
I wait ‘til days end, only one more hour.
Thursday, good old fellow
like an old train, you see,
carrying me to Friday! Yippee!
Friday, Oh Friday,
The best of ‘em all.
A friendly old guy,
And kindly, indeed.
Saturday, good friend to Friday,
And me!
Why he’s more fun than climbing a tree!
Sunday, so nervous,
friend of Friday,
yet he is bullied by Monday,
and brainless fat Tuesday.
Sunday will do whatever they say
because Monday will always say,
“Give me those kids, take their weekends away!”
by James, 5th Grade
philosophyoflife
Truly amazing in detail and a joy to read – certainly brought back many a memory of my school days….
mariacristina
I’m jealous of this kid’s talent. 🙂
This poem needs to printed out asnd pasted at every cubicle in the land, with pictures to go with.
V
I really like this poem!
This poem is absolutely true!
I like the idea about the
days and the way you described it.