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Saturday – rainday!

Saturday!

The weekend is here!

It’s.

raining.

.

Not that I’m complaining,

we need the rain,;

but why can’t it rain at night,

and be sunny in the day?

Who’s to say

that that wouldn’t work?

Whomsoever built the weather system,

didn’t set it up right.

I look out of the widow

and it sure is a sore sight:

Scene from a window – Saturday

Saturday:

Below, in the midst of the snow,

seeking a worm for a snack,

a blackbird pecked around,

the ground was frozen,

the worms had sought deep refuge,

and the blackbird’s efforts

were to no avail,

but keep on it must.

.

Is it Saturday already?

Is it Saturday already?

Wow!

How

did that that happen?

One minute it was Friday,

the next, Saturday!

.

I suppose that’s how time works,

even though it is a created device,

and twenty-four time zones

(If not more, or less)

go through the process

of ‘Clocking Over’

as I like to call it.

.

What ever will they think of next?

.

And who are

they?

Thursday Afternoon

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.

Saturday Silly

Saturday Silly?

Do you need some silly, this Saturday?

Or seriousness, like a Latter Day Saint.

.

In the mid-60s,

when I were a lad,

the Beatles ruled the world,

and lyrics turned mad,

causing a knock on wood effect,

all respect to them that did

what they did, when they did it.

Those who had talent

flaunted it,

those who didn’t

hid it

under a bushel of something or other.

The Mamas and the Papas were famous,

less so the Sisters and Brother.

Here, in the twenty-first sentencury,

things are different,

yet much the same.

A changed identity

going about

under an assumed name.

Have you understood any of the above?

No?

Good.

I’d hate to be Clarity reborn.

Have a wonderful Saturday morn.

I woke up (and it wasn’t Friday)

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

Saturday?!

I was going to write

a short poem about Saturday,

but that would have been dreary,

like the weather outside.

.

So, I shall write a poem

about a Saturday from the past,

a day of sunshine

that all day did last.

.

It was sunny at dawn,

and when the sun set;

I hadn’t seen a day as sunny as that –

and I haven’t seen another one yet.

.

Not a drop of rain

from Land’s End to Groats,

calm were the seas,

with their small sailing boats;

.

and children did play,

and everyone laughed,

the breeze was quite gentle,

not considered a draught.

.

And everyone remembers

where they were on that day,

in 1976,

on the thirty-eighth day of May.

Saturday Haiku

Wrote lots yesterday

and now my words have run dry –

so, I give you this.

Saturday Morning

It’s Saturday

morning;

and if I don’t get a shift on

I shall be looking at Saturday

afternoon

from a close-to perspective.

Hence these few words

worth a couple of pence –

if that –

and little in the way of wisdom.

.

Well, it is Saturday

morning…

but only just.

Saturday – Piku #2

Saturday

is

nearly over.