Monday Blues

Monday morning comes too fast,

The weekend never seems to last.

I wake and get out of bed,

Stupid Monday, I feel dead.

Into the shower, I now go,

Fresh and clean from head to toe.

Clean and dressed I go down the hall,

Waffles and bacon, I eat it all.

I grab my stuff and go out the door,

Off to Starbucks where they pour,

A coffee that will finally make,

My tired eyes come full awake.

I still yawn, I cannot stop,

I drink my coffee, so I won’t drop.

Coffee and yawns, these are the clues,

That I have the Monday Blues.

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