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WHY RAIN ON FRIDAY?
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COMEDY. Oh,why must it rain on Friday?
There's six other days to pour!
I've a mountain of washing on Friday
With bedding and clothes galore.
The beds are all stripped on Friday,
Routinely I change each sheet,
So why must it rain on Friday?
Why must it drizzle or sleet.
On each other day but Friday
The sun gets out of his bed,
But changes his schedule on Friday
Sending the rain instead.
When I fill up my wash tub on Friday
Why must the sky be gray?
Couldn't it be kind to me Friday
And rain on another day.
It's sunbathing weather on Saturday,
Sunday lives up to its name,
Monday could not be a better day,
Tuesday is just the same.
Wednesday is brilliant in sunshine,
Thursday the skies never frown,
But the one day my clothes need the clothes-line,
On Friday it's bucketing down.
I adjusted to laundering on Monday....
I thought I would catch you out...
Then Friday became a sun day,
Friday became a drought.
But Monday morning, when I'd decide
To hang my sheets out to dry,
The sun deserted,the heavens cried,
While Friday was brilliant.Oh,why?
So I reverted to washing on Friday
But I couldn't believe my eyes!
On Monday the sun had a high day
But Friday brought dripping skies.
Why can't it shine brightly on Friday?
I'd be grateful forever more!
Oh,why must it rain on Friday
With six other days to pour?
i thought it was a great poem.
noone on this website seems to do it like that,
light-hearted and witty.
Amazing how something as mundane as the weather seems to take a mind of it's own and seems to know exactly when to be it's most disruptive. I really enjoyed this poem, and it brought both a wince and a chuckle. :)
It's funny how people give things more credit than they deserve and not enough to people. The weather doesn't have a mind or know what people are doing nor does it possess feelings. Yet, people often rant as though it's some sort of plot by it and give each day a life of it's own instead of realizing it's much more simple than complex. Nice write.
Thank you for your critique of my poems and I thought this poem was very cute. A reader can very easily relate to the frustration of the writer. :)
Hi Eunice
I have the same problem when I want to go golfing. There's no justice in this world!!
Heard of Murphy's law? Jam side of the sandwich on the carpet etc. Wonder what will happen if you buy a tumble dryer - perpetual sunshine maybe?