Mondays
I woke up late, I'm half asleep,
And downstairs to the computer I creep,
I've managed to make a cup of tea,
And now 50 unread emails I see.
Monday mornings are soo slow,
When they are the same, I have no get up and go.
A poem I'd much rather write,
Then go back to bed and switch off the light.
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