MONDAYS
It's monday morning, and I stumble out of bed. I've got to get some coffee, just to clear my head. The clock on the table, says a
quarter til eight. My boss is going to yell, because I'm late. I take
a shower, and shave my face. I put on my clothes, and join the
human race. I get to work, at a half past ten. My boss says I'm
fired, if I'm late again. The day drags on, and I feel barely alive. I'll
be so glad, when the clock strikes five. I go home then, and sit in
my favorite chair. I turn on the fan, so I can get some air. I eat my supper, and go to bed by ten. I set my alarm, so I can do it all over again.
quarter til eight. My boss is going to yell, because I'm late. I take
a shower, and shave my face. I put on my clothes, and join the
human race. I get to work, at a half past ten. My boss says I'm
fired, if I'm late again. The day drags on, and I feel barely alive. I'll
be so glad, when the clock strikes five. I go home then, and sit in
my favorite chair. I turn on the fan, so I can get some air. I eat my supper, and go to bed by ten. I set my alarm, so I can do it all over again.
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