“Sunday was supposed to be the fun day, but it turned out to be a slump day, meaning I was slouching in my chair all day” Gun Roswell 

Sunday Blue

The day started just like any other day, with the alarm going off, much to my own dismay 
As even the sun was still asleep, and only stars to be seen, so, in bed still, had I intended certainly to be
It was definitely way too early, for anything else but feeling surly, even if my stomach of hunger was churning 
So what was I to do, except maybe, the weather gods to sue, for not giving me the needed light, for my day to guide
The only glimpse in this otherwise dull day, after checking the calendar, was that it was Sunday
So there really was no hurry, not even one slight worry, I needed somewhere to scurry, real quick, in a state of blurry

But, as I was awake, then getting up the only option, and venturing into the kitchen to make some concoction 
To start this seemingly already doomed end of the week, certainly, there was nothing for this day to seek, than maybe some time to sleep
Alas, this had not been the case, as I was now, somewhat fully awake, so from no on, I would just have to fake
To have a good time and enjoying my so called day off leisurely fun, but then there was the pun
As I was far too tired and annoyed to think of anything nice to do, so what happened next?
You guessed it! I was totally and fully engulfed, in the all consuming Sunday Blue!