The day before
Which makes it a…
Hold on, just checking…
Good. It could have been much worse.
Yesterday being a Thursday, today ‘must’
In the order of things
Be a ‘Friday’
And that is ‘Yayday’
It’s not as good as a Saturday (a Yippeeday)
Or a Sunday (a Wellwhatdoyouknowday)
But it beats all the other weekdays
By a mile
(Or 1.609 kilometres)
And that is good in my book.
I hear you ask
(I don’t really; but, it’s a writing tool to ‘hear’ the reader ask a question, which I can then answer)
“I don’t have an ‘actual’ book.” I reply, lamely. “It’s just a phrase that people use.”
“Which people?” You ask.
“People that- Oh, I wish you’d stop asking all these questions – it’s stopping the flow of my words.”
“Which words?” you ask, with a cheeky grin upon your face.
It is at this point that I run away to cry.
“Only asking.” you comment to yourself.
“Asking what?” you respond.
And on it goes.