Mostly, I sail on, serene,
Observe the world through placid gaze, but
Now and then, life contravenes,
Denying sense; it goes …sideways.
Add to this jolt the early hour —
You’ll see why Monday makes me glower.
*snort*
I think this officially counts as doggerel. Ah, well. Happy Monday.
🙂
I say doggerel is a perfect Monday form of poetry!
Snort indeed. “Happy Monday” = oxymoron.