A little change for poem number six of NaPoWriMo. This one was inspired by a prompt from the NaPoWriMo website, which was to write an aubade, or a morning poem. The prompt said to write one about a Monday morning, hardly anyone's favourite morning. The result looks a bit flimsy, but I think there's something in it. We'll see.
Monday Catharsis
When the sun rises on Monday
it might as well set again.
Better off starting on Tuesday,
or you might prefer to send
a note to work. Monday's arrived
and imprisoned you in your
own home. It seems to have derived
its talents from being a right bore.
A better idea would be to sleep
or to tell the sun to go away.
Never have we got to keep
the mistake which is Monday.
Fill it with dynamite to burst
to go off before the dawn
and save us from the Monday curse,
from the grip of its tedious thorns.
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