Monday, Monday, Monday!
It marks the beginning of weekdays.
At six thirty in the morning,
the school boy's eyes
are slightly open.
Yet, he hugs himself again
in the warmth of his pillow.
Reluctantly, he opens his eyes.
He blinks.
He closes his eyes.
He blinks again.
He peeks at his bedside clock.
It is six fifty in the morning.
He abruptly sits up and like a robot,
drags his legs off to bed and says;
' I hate Mondays!
I hate Mondays!
I hate Mondays! '
He walks to the bathroom for ages.
He takes a quick shower
and sees himself in the mirror.
It takes him forever.
He dresses up so neat
and puts heavy gel on his funky hair,
the flies could slide on it.
He drags his feet
to the dining table
and stares his bowl,
of milk and cereals.
He is daydreaming,
early in the morning.
He looks up at the wall clock.
It is seven thirty in the morning.
He gulps his milk
and eats the soggy cereals.
He flits with his school bag.
He runs so fast like a boy
chased by a mad dog.
He is lucky, he is just on time
to catch the school bus.
Friday, Friday, Friday!
The last day of weekdays!
The school boy is on cloud nine.
He comes home,
without a homework.
He says;
' Thanks God it's Friday!
TGIF! TGIF! TGIF! '.
Copyright 2024, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
p2 happy singing a Friday night freedom song; but the moral is weekdays schooldays wake morning late, fast fly out of bed to an extra energy burst of extra ZZZZZZZZZZZZZs of sleep
I much enjoyed this interesting poem, which holds some nostalgia.
Except for being an hour earlier than it is for me, the first 13 lines sound(s) like most of my mornings now. : ( bri
So Fabulously written! .. And So Fabulously expressed! .. Magnificent Endless 10'S And Stars! ..
The humour of a tale well told, in antics a witty ditty, written in catchy rhythm style, brings blessings smiles, to lips eyes of rap readers.
I wrote the poem 'A Humourous Tale Well Told', inspired by the poem 'The School Boy Who Hates Mondays', by the poet Rose Marie Juan-austin and dedicated to Rose Marie Juan-austin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
p1 waking to the tragedy of school boy weekdays, waking slow reluctant to face school days dragging; stumbling through the week until happy turn time, Friday night from school to home
I wrote the poems 'Weekdays Schooldays Wake Late: From Bed Late Leap' and 'Weekdays Schooldays Wake Late: From Bed Leap', inspired by the poem 'The School Boy Who Hates Mondays' by the poet Rose Marie Juan-austin and dedicated to the poet Rose Marie Juan-austin.