a place for all of my poetry prompt poems for the first five years. |
| Monday kills the weekend. It can't help itself. Tuesday calls for tea. Mellow for an hour. Wednesday breaks the back. The weekend comes so soon. Thursday marks the book. All the pay you've earned. Friday falls on payday. The money is quickly gone. Saturday night rocks till day. And there's a little too much fun. Sunday hangover won't go away. And Monday lies in wait. The days of the week we can't escape. 15 lines 129 words prompt ▶︎ ![]() ![]() Gracie Ginger Cuddlebug Supreme #internetfamouspup |