Hazy Tuesdays

The morning sun,

breaks in the east.

A chripping swallow,

swallows it's final feast.

 

The bed is warm,

and the residents are tired.

The workday is here,

they wish to retire.

 

But the morning sun calls,

and brings forth a new day.

A day to always forget.

A day with no play.

 

So forth the sun brings.

All the wrong ideas of wonderful time.

It shows us that Tuesday,

Should be considered a crime.

 

The day has ended.

The night now beckons us.

Back into the soft, down-filled warmth,

for us to not make any fuss.

 

So let the Tuesday float away.

And let another day come to you.

This day is less important, and God forbid, longer.

It's Wednesday. Woopidity doo.

Author's Note

Do you think the off-set rhyming was necessary? I felt like doing it every other line made more sense than every line. It wasn't as much of a hassle.