Cry For a Memory

I was crying for a memory
In the middle of a thought
When a deep timbral voice
Interrupted overwrought
Saying Monday is children
And Tuesday pays the bills
Wednesday is a collection
Of all your funny little pills
Thursday says she loves you
But Friday flew her away
Saturday the sun comes out
Asking for your Sunday grey

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-30 at 08:54

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antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice poem and word game

Witty little poem. :)

Louise 55 The PoetBay support member heart!
I loved reading. Thank you. Namaste.