Over endless cups of coffee fetched
Find below my grief etched
Of my monday morning blues
"unvaccinable" unlike the seasonal flu
Working on the fly
I wonder why
Its Monday morning again
and its back to business again
Sulking over my boss's reviews
Of a memo which was shorter than a new movie preview
I click away pretending to work
Hoping my boss wasn't such a jerk
Scratching my head for a quick fix
desperately hoping the clock would strike six
For then its evening and its back to my bedsheets
which are more endearing than monstrous excel spreadsheets
Hoping a nap would give me a break
I zzz..ed on until dusk break
It was soon evening and HELL!! the boss stopped by
On his way home, to bid me goodbye
I was caught napping unaware with no excuses to spare
It was the moment of truth or dare
I did what I could do best to control the damage
reasoning(pouting) for more time as long as I could manage
He relented giving me another day
proving all dreams don't die on a monday :)
No work and all Play
I know yields no pay
Still I fancy cleaning the loo,
To beating the monday morning blue.
