Friday
Yours and my day.
We used to meet on Monday.
After the weekend rush
Then I changed it to a Tuesday
To avoid the mud and slush.
You guessed we made it Wednesday.
The weather was the hitch.
Then I made it on a Thursday
because we couldn’t decide which.
We now always meet on Friday.
It’s been our saving grace.
We call it yours and my day
Away from the rat race.
Sometimes we do a picnic.
Spread a rug and watch the sea
Our minds on automatic
We’re as happy as could be.
Some days we take a drive.
To a little town out west
Passing green fields, we arrive
And lunch at the very best.
Afterwards, we take wander.
And browse the antique shops.
Then off to the wild blue yonder
Be careful to avoid the cops.
As long as we’re together
It doesn’t matter
From the coast into the nether
Togethers time to chatter.
We’re just like peas in a pod
And revere our special day
We’ve now given it the nod
And call it our Friday.
©
David Rudder
2015
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