Seems only on Sunday they do rear up,
Did ya ever notice how cute they sleep, my pup,
Glad though am I, my headache did not come yesterday, yup,
Would have missed a beautiful walk & dinners cup…
I really wish not to go back to work,
That woman there is such a jerk,
Sundays I know are the day before,
I go back to that job, it is such a bore…
Rather stay at home & write till I drop,
Or take Rene’ out for rides & visit differing stops,
So much more for us to see, but summer does approach,
Sorry about my speaking about my job in this manner,
But someone has to of it reproach…
I am not down, nor depressed,
I am not unhappy, nor do I anything repress,
I just dislike of late my job, making it hard,
The only way I seem to be able to express it,
Is by being what I am, that of a relatively fair bard…
© ed ~ 6/11/06
:) Ch'erie
I know just what you feel. I empathize and sympathize with your Sunday ordeal! My trick before was to treat Sunday as Saturday and preclude the bore. After dinner on Sunday I accepted the date and I had a good day until after I ate!
Bruce
B&R
Susan