knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

Poem: My Brain Thinks Its Saturday

My Brain Thinks It's Saturday

(inspired, no doubt, by the ghost of Shel Silverstein)

My brain thinks it's Saturday,
don't ask me why.
I looked at the window
almost ready to cry
when I realize the week
has just barely begun.
My brain thinks its Saturday
and the week's nearly done.

Yep, my brain thinks its Saturday
with nothing much to do
except go shopping or read
or pain the bathroom bright blue.
Forget about work
and forget about chores
Cause my brain thinks its Saturday  --
maybe go play outdoors.

So tomorrow is Wednesday,
Not Sunday, oh my
Will I wake up tomorrow
unconfused and not try
To do all my Sunday things
sleep late and eat brunch,
cause I think today's Saturday --
or will I pack a light lunch?

When Saturday's Tuesday
What's left in the week?
Four more days till my body
Gets it right - dare I peek
Into a new schedule
With Saturdays galore
No, since my brain think's it's Saturday
Let me sleep!  Close the door!
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