Tag Archives: #Monday

Monday Unkown Format – Acrostic

Monday starts the week,

Other days follow Monday,

Nine days in total—

Definitely ‘nine’ I say,

And you only have to count—

Yesterday, and then Today.

Monday Tanka – Acrostic

Monday starts the week,

Other days follow Monday,

Nine days in total—

Definitely ‘nine’ I say,

And you only have to count—

Monday Haiku – Acrostic

Monday starts the week,

Other days follow Monday,

Nine days in total—

It’s a Monday (prose, I suppose) – Revisited 5 years on.

“It’s Mañanaday!”

It’s a Monday.
Did you know, that of all the poems written on a Monday…
…this is one of them?
Not, that this does seem to be a poem… yet!
I bet you can’t see one single rhyme in this that makes it feel anything like a poem… give it time.
It could just be prose.
Who knows the difference?
I don’t – which is not to say that you won’t either.
Neither has distinguishing features; and, poets, being such fussy creatures, usually write in short lines and blocks of lines that they call ‘stanzas’.
“Bananas!” I say

To that.

I’m not the sort

Who writes of a cat

Sat upon a mat –

No, I talk like a toff in a cummerbund and cravat

Nothing else

What do you think of that?
My story is sad

My story is long

My storey is three buildings high

(I don’t know why)

And that just seems wrong.
Anyway, don’t let Monday get you down, and cause you to wear a frown.

Tuesday will be along soon

And we all know what that means.

Monday Rebel (extended).

I’ve got my Monday socks on,

on a Friday:

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel.

I told you it was Friday,

when it’s really Saturday:

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel.

In actual fact

it’s a Monday

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel.

and I’m not wearing any socks –

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel,

I’m a fib-telling,


little rebel.

PS in case you are confused, it ‘is’ Monday, and I ‘am’ wearing socks – so, not too much of a rebel.


Monday Comes – a song

Monday comes at no request

I tried to stop it

I did my best

I tried to keep the weekend going

for one more day;

but nothing I could do

nothing I could say

would keep that day at bay…

would keep that day away.

‘If Monday never came’

If every day

was a Saturday

or a Sunday,

and there was no imminent Monday –

how would that work?


Would we Groundhog Day

the weekend?

Rewind and repeat

until the very end of time?


How would ‘that’ work?


Would we learn the piano,

foreign languages,

how to ski,

actually be?


Would we make a difference?

To only have it reset,

before a Monday morning’s wet dawning

ever dampened our dreams?


Groundhog Weekend?

06:00 comes yet again;

reality numbs

(and though there is rain),

“At least we’ve still got the weekend, Babe.”



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?

A Monday Late-Afternoon Haiku

I’m getting lazy

as the day is wearing on,

and my syllables suck.

A Monday Afternoon Haiku

A Monday after-

noon Haiku just doesn’t fit

the format neatly.