“End of the week?” Gun Roswell

Nearing, the end of the work week
Thursday, is not really what I seek
Friday, that would be much better, you do see?
But, let’s not let that be the chime
For the stop of all the fun time
Only, one more day to go
And, then, it’s time to start the show
A, weekend, a full two days
Just ahead, and much to do, in so many ways

So, why, do I live this way?

The week only spent for work and blunder
Always, someone stealing my thunder
Is it really so stranger, if I am an eternal dreamer
And keep looking forward to the only true wonder
The two days filled with joy and magic
These times made out of pure bliss
I have often had to really insist
To ban the other days completely of the list
Jump from Sunday back to Friday
Since that is the day, my day, when I get my way

Waiting for the working week finally to end!