I Hate SundaysA Poem by DEAN FARNELL
Sundays are so dull and boring
All day long I end up snoring The highlights just a Sunday roast But not for me I just have toast Sunday please just go away You're a pointless waste of a proper day School and work just hours away Oh I loathe you so Sunday Kids all argue like we did A day out costs a 100 quid Traffic jams It's rain or sun Sundays never have been fun Hours go slow Its hell to kill What shall I do, so long to fill A minute Is like a thousand years Sundays you bring me close to tears On Sundays I want to slit my wrists Or sleep or paint or just get pissed I need your help please everyone To banish Sundays to room 101
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1 Review Added on September 27, 2015 Last Updated on September 27, 2015 AuthorDEAN FARNELLHENLOW, BEDFORD, United KingdomAboutQUIRKY SINGER HORROR SONG WRITER & QUIRKY AND DARK HORROR POETRY WRITER. more..Writing
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