Don't bank at W.F. They suck monkey pus. Seriously.
Until Wednesday, though, I'm pretty much powerless. All I can do is recklessly LASH OUT at anything and anybody nearby - innocent or not. And how better to do that than by a poetry slam, right? OK, I'll go first.
There once was an Infidel from Manhattan
Whose date leaked all the air and got flattened
After a big swig of gin,
He wiped off his chin
and said "I wonder if that bicycle innertube patch kit thing will avail me at all or will I be forever lonely?"
OK, the meter is a little off on that one. But you get the drift.
Maybe a haiku would work better...
Honored Air Force Veteran
Does not like Croce
If you've had a rotten Monday and also feel the need to recklessly lash out, feel free. Limerick, haiku, freestyle rap, Shakespearean sonnet, doesn't matter - just let 'er rip. The object of your poesy may be real, fictitious, imaginary, or even yours truly. I don't care. Say whatever you want about me**. It's not like you're going to make my day somehow worse.
If you've had an uncommonly wonderful Monday, please keep that to yourself. I don't wanna hear it.
**As long as your language is no worse than PG rated, K?