Monday curled around today
Looking backwards from the start
No sign of helpful anything
Nor playing any part
As Mondays go it’s hesitant
A stop-start time machine
Can’t be asked whenever tasked
To fathom or to glean
Monday when it’s like this
Without any point of view
It started so that in the end
There was so little else to do
Looking backwards from the start
No sign of helpful anything
Nor playing any part
A stop-start time machine
Can’t be asked whenever tasked
To fathom or to glean
Without any point of view
It started so that in the end
There was so little else to do
Remember well that Monday is
Not the sum of all its hours
If one can struggle through to lunch
It's morning blues that one devours
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