Posted in Mundane Monday #79
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“There’s something that’s really fun about the challenge of making the mundane funny, too, I think”
Jim Gaffigan
Grey
Grey may be mundane
Or the colour of a great dane
But it has no fame
And sometimes gets the blame
Posted in Mundane Monday #79
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“There’s something that’s really fun about the challenge of making the mundane funny, too, I think”
Jim Gaffigan
Real of Reflection
Is it real
Or just a reflection?
Just fall
Into the deception
Posted in Mundane Monday #79
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“There’s something that’s really fun about the challenge of making the mundane funny, too, I think”
Jim Gaffigan
Grey
Grey for the ocean
Grey for the sky
Is this a dream
In black and white?
Posted in Mundane Monday #79
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“There’s something that’s really fun about the challenge of making the mundane funny, too, I think”
Jim Gaffigan
Red
Sunrise
Or sunset?
It may be in the eyes
Of the onlooker
Or however the picture
Was devised
Posted in Daily Incidents /Monday
Poetry/ Tale /Humour /Horror
“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day
My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing
No use in struggle or fighting
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment
Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive
Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?
Posted in Daily Incidents /Monday
Poetry/ Tale /Humour /Horror
“So, Monday, we meet again!”
Monday
I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you
Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee
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