Tag Archives: #Weekdays


Friday comes but once a week

for that we must be grateful;

to have it any less at all

it really would be hateful;

two Mondays, or an extra day of Tues,

would give us the most horrible,

start-of-week blues;

and Wednesday twice

would be a double hump day,

upon which occasion

what on Earth would people say?

“Hump Day, then Hump Day… again!”

It would be most inconvenient,

and really quite a pain.

Hump Day should be Dromedarian,

and not Bactrian, as any fool must know,

so keep the days just as they are;

do you wish for change? –

I say it’s best vote “No!”

Saturday Haiku (supplement)

Of the six weak days

Monday is by far the worst –

barely limps along.

Wednesday Woke

I woke up Wednesday –

it had been snoring

in the corner

for quite a few days now –

and set it to task.


“What do I do?”

asked Wednesday.


After all these centuries

Wednesday was still a little lacking

in the intelligence department.


“Just be.” I replied,

“Make the weekdays

seem like they are nearly done,

and nod your head

towards the oncoming weekend.”


“Oh, is that it?

I could have stayed in bed.”

Wednesday really was a washout

when it came to geeing up things –

a ‘hump day’ indeed.

Yet another Thursday

It’s yet another Thursday;

well, as days go –

and they do –

it’s the only Thursday that matters

at this very moment.

I mean, when tomorrow (Friday)


today (Thursday)

will be condemned to the past – history –

and we will all have moved on.


Anyway, it’s this Thursday,

and that means…

well, it means different things

to different people,



Happy wet Thursday;


hope it stretches itself to meet all your expectations –

if you have any –

expectations, that is –

about ‘this’ ‘current’ Thursday.

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.

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.

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 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.

“It’s a Saturday (Revisited)

"It should read 'I ❤️ Satirdays' "

“It should read ‘I ❤️ Saturdays’ “

It’s a Saturday – Graeme Sandford
Me: It’s a Saturday.

Vox 1: Nothing special there.

Me: I hear you say

Vox 2: One in seven.

Vox 1: Just over fourteen percent!

But, in every week
There is a day
Unlike any other
In many a way.

Vox 1: Same length.

Vox 2: A day to avoid the shops.

Give me strength
As my enthusiasm drops
It’s a Saturday
Would you rather it was a Monday?
Now, ‘that’s’ a fun day!

Yorkshire 1: Nowt wrong with Mondays.

Yorkshire 2: I like a good Monday.

Yorkshire 1: Nose back to the grindstone.

Yorkshire 2: Saturday’s Butter no Parsnips!

As I afeared
You voices are just weird
It’s a Saturday!
An ‘it doesn’t really matter
If I stop for a natter’ day;
One half of the weekend
And on a Saturday
You can depend
That it will rain
Which is a pain
And there will be traffic queues
That ‘will’ give us the
Saturday blues.

Vox 1: I like Thursdays.

Vox 2: Yes, you can’t beat a thrifty Thursday.

Vox 1: Wednesdays are alright, too; they’re not Thursdays, but they’re okay.

Vox 2: In a Wednesday sort of way.

I’ll let you lot carry on…
Or Saturday will soon be gone

Yorkshire 1: Oh, good; then we can have a Sunday.

Yorkshire 2: Ooh, Sunday’s are nice.

Yorkshire 1: I’d exchange a Saturday for a Sunday, any day.

Yorkshire 2: Two Sundays. There’s a thing.
I love to hear the church bells ring.

As I was saying…
It’s a Saturday…