Oh Monday, Monday

Most hated of the days

How you haunt our weekends

With your displeasing haze

With gratitude we pass you

Oh Monday from Hell

To endure your neighbor Tuesday

Who hates you, we can tell

Alas, there comes the Wednesday

The day we most can bear

We walk as if in slumber

Thinking, yes, we’re halfway there.

Dear Thursday, second best

You lift our spirits some

We see the light that hovers there

The end of the week to come

Oh Friday, my dear friend

Our favorite by far

Oh how we love you Friday

The rest we find sub par

The weekend is upon us!

What happiness abounds

We sleep, we play, we carry on

With smiles all around

Come Sunday night, however

Our moods begin to soil

When once again we realize

With Monday comes more toil

Oh Monday, Monday

Most hated of the days

Why must you torment us

By repeating in this way?