I...
cannot work on days which end in ‘y’
regretfully that means Today
as, sadly, it did Yesterday
Mon. thru Sun. all cross that line
so, powerless, I must decline
and, of course, each Holiday
finds me at home, or out at play

It may be a Y-ophobic reaction
which leads me to this work inaction
or, better explained, as a mental paralysis
needing a deep-seated psychoanalysis
maybe a childhood Freudian fear
of a frayed yellow yardstick swung at my rear

But with lots of therapy and lots of rest
(and lots of disability checks)
one day I’ll find why I deny
to work those days which end in Y
until that time I’ll hide my sorrow
and hope I never see Tomorrow