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Is it only Tuesday?

Is it only Tuesday?

I thought it was later

in the week

than that.

Thursday, or Friday

at the least.

I was ready for a feast of weekend

on the horizon, or on my doorstep,

and yet… it’s just Tuesday,

raining, my spirits dampened,

my enthusiasm wet,

and, yet,

at least it’s not Monday any more.

Tuesday Haiku

Tuesday is the day

that Teddy Bears plan picnics,

or so I may think.




Tuesday is the day

Teddy Bears plan their picnics,

or so I may think.

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.

Days – a Tanka

Not that long ago

it was Monday, now Tuesday,

soon it’s Wednesday.

What’s with all the constant change?

Can’t the week make it’s mind up?




PS Wednesday can have 2 or 3 syllables –

upon this occasion I have used the 3-syllable variant. Please bear that in mind when you read the above – thank you.

This Tuesday Haiku

This Tuesday Haiku

is not worth the newspaper

that it is wrapped in.


Not that it is bad,

It’s just that it is worthless,

and has no value.


Saying that, my friends,

I have added two verses

to alleviate.


And then this one line.

Tuesday Came

Tuesday came,

and Tuesday went,

I can’t remember

how it was spent;

all I know is

that days must come,

and days must go;

it is the Law of days

that makes it so.

Tuesday is just one of seven

Tuesday is just one of seven

One of seven what, I do not


but, think that in the order

of the days of the week –

of which there ‘are’ seven –

Tuesday should at the front go.

And we should make Monday

the third day of the weekend;

what do you think of that,

my little friend?

Why isn’t it Thursday today?

Why isn’t it Thursday, today?

I thought it was Thursday,

and it’s not!

It’s Tuesday!

What is that all about?

Why isn’t it Thursday?


I thought it was Thursday, today;

turns out it’s not, it’s Tuesday, again.

It keeps on being Tuesday;

doesn’t keep on being Thursday, does it?

Every time I turn around, it’s Tuesday,

not Thursday:

I’m never going to get the hang of this calendar thing –

days of the week? W.E.A.K. Weak!


Did I mention

that it’s ‘only’ Tuesday?

Tuesday’s Scone

Tuesday’s Scone

is now stale

and beyond edibility;

it’s hardened crust

has assumed the qualities of a stone;

and once where all was soft and sweet,

there is nothing now you’d want to eat;

and when a million years have gone;

an archaeologist will find that scone

and wonder at its grisly form,

and ask, ‘Was this a foodstuff?

Was this the norm?

Did they eat them cold,

or eat them hot?’

They would hazard a guess,

but would know not.

Tuesday’s Haiku

Only here today,

tomorrow it shall be gone

and soon forgotten.