Hello Friday! How are you?
Please I’d say to see
The week that has just passed us by
Now ended thankfully
And with you we now welcome in
The weekend for a bit
Of relaxation, chilled out times
For these will be a hit!
And so from Thursday we’ve moved on
To raise a glass and say
Good riddance week! Farewell! Adieu!
Let’s hear it for Friday!
Metropolis relaxing after a show… (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Frustration Friday! Flipping heck!
It’s just one of those days
When all about are being daft
Or going through a phase
Of being really stupid and
Annoying to a tee
Forgetting this, not doing that
Just so annoyingly
And so I think I’ll jump into
The weekend ahead of time
Pretend it’s Saturday instead
Regain rhythm and rhyme
Chilling and putting up my feet
Away from all this stress
And have a three day holiday
To feel a lot more blessed!
Hello to a new week
What do you have in store?
What fun and games are up your sleeve?
What tricks perhaps and more?
For let’s hope that you’ll bring happiness
Let’s hope that you’ll bring grace
But most of all let’s hope you’ll bring
Friday at a quick pace!
Fdny calendar (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Friday the thirteenth
When wrong is sure to be
The new right or so they say
Oh what calamity!
When luck runs out of fortune
When fortune runs out of time
As anything that can go bad
Will turn from good to grime
To tarnish what it fancies
Imbue the whole day through
So stay in bed, is my advice
And keep from trouble’s brew!
Circling Friday the 13th date on calendar with marker (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I spied the Easter bunny
With a cheeky glint in eye
Foraging in the undergrowth
For Easter eggs to spy
And dressed in Easter bonnet
His Mrs stood nearby
To carry all the chocolate
To their warren near the sky
For on the far horizon
Their babies waited in
With fingers crossed and tails all bobbed
Saliva on their chin
From the thought of many Easter eggs
With sassy toothy grin
Their favourite time of year by far
As Easter could begin
And on a nest not far away
A golden hen did roost
With thoughts of other sorts of Eggs
So precious she deduced
For her eggs were all made of gold
By feelings she induced
With special ores of golden drops
That she alone produced
But nearby on that hillside
A knocking sound was heard
Of hammer onto silver nails
A sound that was absurd
A sound that froze the blood of those
Who saw the gallows bird
A man whose flawless life now hung
By virtue of his word
The word that brought new life to those
Who listened; understood
A word of faith and hope and love
Now nailed upon crossed wood
Where all the sins from all the world
Were in one act, withstood
By sacrificing innocence
And all that stands for good!
Dear Mr Weather Man I just meant to say
That your endearing smile has brightened my day.
Despite your forecast of storms and threats of more rain
And the fact that the summer has passed us in vain,
Your bright voice, cheery face, and your fun, wacky ties
May one day encourage a meteorological temperature rise!
And dear Mr Weather Man I’d just like to add
That although you are jolly this weather is bad!
So with due haste I must ask you, if only I may,
Why don’t you do me a favour and blow the rain clouds away,
And rid us of the autumn and the winter weather and grot
And press a magic button for a sunny climate that is warm and is hot?!
weather symbol (Photo credit: Wikipedia)