The Jerk by Bob Fiddaman

I wake to Monday morning,
It's time to shake a leg.
Percolate some coffee
And cook a soft-boiled egg.
I strip off my bed wear
And then fling on some slacks.
Eight more tedious hours
Before I can relax.

I'm standing at the bus stop,
The rain is falling down.
I'm waiting for the 62
For my journey into town
The road is awfully quiet,
The traffic's really sparse.
I've made the biggest blunder
(I am a total arse!)

For it's not Monday morning,
I got the days all wrong.
(I am the preverbal dumbbell)
In a nut house I belong.
For today it is Sunday,
I don't need to work.
A victim of forgetfulness,
A complete and utter jerk!

Meridian (205.188.116.200) -- Tuesday, August 10 2004, 04:00 pm

We're only human
Yep! I sometimes, look at the wrong month on the calendar, so you're not alone on this one! It may not be about work and all, but I've been there! Sometimes, when I used to go to High School, I'd forget my homework, I'd get all tense, and nervous, and the work isn't due until the next day, boy am I mixed up or what? Hahhahha..... Nice one! Smiles, -Meri

Amwright (66.53.15.86) -- Tuesday, November 16 2004, 04:27 am

Good one
I like your style of writing!

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