My alarm clock thunders awake
How rude! No peace you make
Monday arrives in its callous way
Why can’t the weekend just stay?
The snooze button enjoys a workout
Will be late for work, never any doubt
Stirring now, just barely able to see
The week ahead, won’t find me free
Turning on the shower with haste
Cold water freezes a tender face
Monday morning honestly, is no pleasure
Definitely feeling humble, without treasure
Tying my shoes causes scant joy
Breaking a shoelace now, oh boy!
No time for coffee or anything to eat
Planning a Starbucks stop for a treat
Starting the car and seeing a worry
Low fuel gauge adds to heated fury
Stopping quick-like for fuel on the run
This Monday doesn’t look like any fun
Driving like a crazy man on the road
Pulling into an empty lot, no one told
This Monday is a holiday, no work today
Why didn’t anyone remind me and say?
Could have slept in, you mindless fool
Being forgetful, honestly ain’t too cool
Normally, I am an early riser in the morning. So this poem doesn’t apply to me very often. When I was teaching in a small Montana town years ago, we had a day off on the school calendar. I happened to be going into my building in the morning to catch up on some work. What should drive up? You would never guess. A school bus! Earl had dutifully driven his morning bus route, and the bus was, of course, empty. I still laugh about this.