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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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.
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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.
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If Wednesday wasn’t a thing,
what would it be?
That question has had students of philosophy
stymied for centuries.
If you can answer it,
you are the cleverest being
ever.
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.
Wet Wednesday week,
It’s raining buckets again –
buckets, I have lots.
“Motte oh!”
I wrote ‘Mittwoch!’
and it auto-incorrected
to ‘Motte oh!’
Perhaps Mercedes (Mercredi)
is going to be
that sort of day
for me.
Why isn’t it Thursday, today?
I thought it was Thursday,
and it’s not!
It’s Wednesday!
What is that all about?
Why isn’t it Thursday?
.
I thought it was Thursday, today;
turns out it’s not, it’s Wednesday, again.
It keeps on being Wednesday;
doesn’t keep on being Thursday, does it?
Every time I turn around, it’s Wednesday,
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’ Wednesday –
and I thought it was Thursday?
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When Wednesday creeps up on you
and takes you unawares,
you suddenly realise that
you are half way through the ‘weak’ days,
and heading towards the ‘strong’ ones.
“Wow!
“How did that happen?”
you might ask.
Well, perhaps you should have been paying
more attention.
There’s always a Wednesday in the week,
a ‘hump’ day, if another name for it
you need to seek;
but, when it’s wet and weary
it seems so bleak
until you consider the alternatives…
… it could be a Monday,
or a Tuesday –
and, so, don’t be unhappy with your midweek day,
that is cold, wet, and dismal,
“This can’t be May!”
and, perhaps, you should think about the poor animals
that don’t have a Wednesday
from which they can survey
a Saturday and Sunday,
for them,
every day
is just
another count-your-blessings day.
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