Odd Days. Poem by john coldwell

On cold days it’s nice,
To sit in boiled rice,
If your not in a hurry,
To add in the curry.

On hot days it’s nice,
To sit in crushed ice,
Without being afraid,
If they add lemonade.

On sad days it’s best,
To visit chapels of rest.
That way your long face.
Won’t seem out of place

On glad days it’s best,
To strip down to your vest.
Then go hug a tree.
Before you jump in the sea.

On work days your boss
Maybe get very cross,
But avoid getting stressed,
Or a cardiac arrest.

On Sundays it’s good,
Not to wallow in mud,
Before you go off in search,
Of a welcoming church.