MOANDAYS ARE WEAKDAYS

Every Moanday I’m filled with dread,

I simply can’t get out of bed,

I pull the covers over my head,

And hope that Moanday will go away.

Every Moanday I’m filled with fear

The week lies ahead, bleak and drear,

I just can’t get myself into gear,

I hope that Moanday will go away.

Every Moanday I’m such a fool —

All my friends will be there at school!

We’ll play, have fun, and that’ll be cool —

And then I’m up, up, up and away!

                                              James Aitchison