DAILY POEM

This abridged version of a start-the-week poem by the American humorist Ogden Nash is entirely self-explanatory.

WE'LL ALL FEEL BETTER ON WEDNESDAY

By Ogden Nash

I love coffee, I love tea,

I love the girls, but they're mean to me.

I love Saturday, I love Sunday,

But how could anyone ever love Monday?

Let's make a scientific analysis,

Let's diagnose this Monday paralysis.

Well, you've suffered an overdose of sunburn;

You must blister and peel before you un-burn.

For junk your muscles could all be sold for,

For engaging in games you are now too old for.

You're bloated from a diet of buns and hamburgers,

Chickenburgers, cheeseburgers, nutburgers, clamburgers.

Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy,

You've had about seven hours' sleep since Friday,

No wonder you feel that lost sensation;

You're sunk from a riot of relaxation.

What you do on week ends, you claim to adore it.

But Monday's the day that you suffer for it.