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It’s Hump Day Haiku

Don’t get excited,

it’s only a short poem

hardly worth the read.


Perhaps two Haiku

that are quite interesting

would that be of use?


Wed-nes-day it is;

it’s also known as ‘Hump Day’

by those that do so.


and it’s dy’Mergher

by those brave Cornish speakers

risking their palates.


Have you had enough?

There are plenty more, if not –

you have the choice here.


You could stop reading

these infuriating words

and get the day done.


It’s all up to you,

master of your destiny,

leader of the pack.

Wednesday’s Woeful— Haiku

Midweek? Humpday? Bleugh?!

Wednesday is a mad day;

neither here, nor there.

Humphrey Day Haiku

Humphrey Day was born

on a cold Wednesday morn;

full of woe, he was.

Woden’s Day

Woden would have been proud

if he had known

that they would name a day after him;

Humpty, also, would have been proud.

Wednesday weak

A little under the weather?

Had a bad night’s not-sleep?

Suffering from S.A.D.?

But, at least it’s Wednesday,

Humpday, mid-way through the weak.

And Mon and Tues days are behind you;

so, all is not lost.

Wednesday, but it could be worse.

Hump Day

Hump day

Camel has got the hump;

and is taking it in turns,

its heavy hooves to thump.

It didn’t realise it was Wednesday,

until it was half-way gone,

and was unable to enjoy the fact,

as the hump day sun it shone.

Now it’s almost Thursday,

I told the camel so

which may not help to soothe the hurt;

but, perhaps its rage will go.

And, if it does,

not a moment too soon,

I’s have to say,

as its eaten my hat and shirt,

a picnic, a hedge, part of a yurt

and two fresh bales of hay.

A change in the batting order

As from next week,

Wednesday will precede Tuesday,

following on from Monday,

and shortening the week somewhat,

with ‘Hump’ day being achieved a day earlier.

This is only on a trial basis;

but, if successful,

it could be instituted

as a regular ‘thing’.

Think of the joy

it could bring.

Tuesday is the new Monday, (or should that be Wednesday?)

Tuesday is here,

until it’s gone

(see Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Tuesday’s Gone’ for more on that last part),

and it followed closely on the heels of Monday

(see Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’ for more on that),

precursoring Wednesday

(precursoring is a made-up word)

and claiming to be ‘Hump Day’

(see a camel for details about ‘humps’).

So, should we worry about what the day is called,

or where it lays in the ‘seven’?

(or ‘eight’ – see The Beatles about ‘eight’).

Well, I may have a lot of questions;

but, answers?

What do you think?

When am I (and where?)?

Is is Wednesday?

Is it Thursday?

Is it still Tuesday?
Well, it all depends

Upon where in the world you are

Or I am.
You might be on the previous day

Or the next

Or the same

But, teetering upon the brink of changing the date upon the calendar.

As might I.

If you are in my time zone

You might not be in my rhyme zone

To steal a moment

You could be in a crime zone

Or a lemon and lime zone

If that’s how Cockneys might describe it.
All I am saying is

That wherever you are

And whenever you are

Please spare a second to think of those that are currently languishing in the past

And also those that are ploughing their furrows in the future.

Just a moment though;

You wouldn’t want to waste your rhyme

Contemplating just any old miment in time.