Saturday Eats Up Sunday Poem by Gio Masserati

Sunday was Saturday...

Then Saturday took off
In another direction
All that's left is Sunday morning

Every weekend
This phenomenon occurs
Night owl, you say
Ya think?

Sunday is left
Holding the bag of rhymes
And lined paper poems
Are spilling over

Better get some sleep
My doggie says
In so many words
Because she knows who's boss
So I turn off the light
For a good night's sleep

...but just as I lay down
To rest my weary body
A clock reminds me
Every Saturday night
Eats up my Sunday morning
Time flies away quickly
...with rhymes
Next time I say
Next time
For tomorrow is today
...and
Yesterday has flown away


But yes, Sunday
This pattern has definitely got to Stop!
I'll talk to Saturday
...next week, and see what she is doing.
Lol! Seriously though. Lol!