Friday

 

If Fridays had feathers

how great it would be

I’d call them on Monday

they’d fly over to me,

I’d give them a treat

and a pat on the beak

For skipping right over

the rest of the week.

Should Fridays be furry

curled up on my lap

We’d spend every Wednesday

taking our nap.

I’d feed and I'd brush them

and love them you know –

And I’d open the door

when they had to go.

The future of Fridays

will be made of steel

Programmable weather

yet soft to the feel,

Smarter than cell phones

they’ll never complain

and flip back to Monday

should it start to rain.

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