I was happy this morning, as I woke up in bed, Then realized it was Monday and I faced the day with dread, For somehow, whatever comes my way, my temper is displayed, Just mentioning 'it's Monday', my nerves, they become frayed.The day will be just a ' write off', it's no good me trying to doAny sort of reasonable job, things won't go right. It's true! It's like a 'cloud' which hangs around and never let's you be, Whatever I attempt to do, disaster follows me.If I could sleep through Mondays, then that would be just bliss! Then Mondays wouldn't have happened, I'd have given them a miss!
