Oh wondrous Monday morning
How I wonder what you'll hold
I wonder what I'll find
And how much more there's to be told
The first thing that I see
Is an oil spill on the floor
I wonder how long it'll be
Before I walk back out the door
I wonder if one day
I can just come in and run
I've walked in from the weekend
To unending joy and fun
I wonder if I close my eyes
It will all go away
Leave it all 'til tomorrow
Because that's another day
Oh wondrous Monday morning
Won't you hear my plea
I wonder if you're listening
And where's my bloody tea?
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I'm gonna predict that over the next few days you'll be reading loads of acrostic poems based on a word you have pick πβ€tell me I'm wrong.
@sarahgamal ooo no not for me hun, can't stand the stuff! Tea for Leelee, you know me! πβ Thanks for reposting sweety πβ€π
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