On a Friday
What would you say
could be more wonderful
than writing poetry on a Friday?
Answers on a very large postcard.
.
No, seriously,
what could ever be better
than putting words together?
.
Obviously you have to be selective
with your word placements,
otherwise, dishclockpotatoes,
or cloth gaze mute paragraphs
might occur,
although…
With five syllables
and only two longer words:
Thursday Afternoon.
.
Monday and Tuesday,
Friday, Sunday, and today,
also fit the form.
.
But not Wed-nes-day,
and defo not Saturday,
or yesterday day.
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What would you say
could be more wonderful
than writing poetry on a Friday?
Answers on a very large postcard.
I woke up with that Friday Feeling,
and was then informed
that if wasn’t.
What? I replied.
But, it must be! I continued.
Saturday? I queried.
Where did Friday go?
I asked.
I missed Friday? I questioned my sanity.
Nooooooo! I exclaimed.
I wanted it to be Friday.
But, it isn’t!
I cried
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Tagged #Friday, #NotFridat, #poetry. #poem, #Saturday, #UponAwaking
It’s Friday
and I have nothing to say,
write, or put up for sale –
Friday fail.
Named after Freya,
a Norse goddess of fame,
who partied hard at the weekends,
to give Friday its name,
Friday, gets off lightly,
compared to the other week days –
it fares only slightly worse
than Saturday or Sunday –
and Friday night is often held
up high
as part of the weekend,
and a fine time to fly.
Friday, gets off lightly,
compared to the other weeks days –
it fares only slightly worse
than Saturday or Sunday –
and Friday night is often held
up high
as part of the weekend,
and a fine time to fly.
Named after Freya,
a Norse goddess of fame,
who partied hard at the weekends,
to give Friday its name.
When Friday is done
it is time for the weekend:
so let fun commence.
It could be any
of the many days there are;
but, it’s Wetfriddy.
I’m neither happy
nor unhappy
that it is Friday –
I don’t mind at all;
but, I know,
that there are some
who have been waiting
for this day to arrive
since last Sunday night –
which is alright…
if you like Friday;
which I neither do,
nor don’t –
or so I say.
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Graeme Sandford 