Routine - a poem

Routine, on Monday, I thought, my
routine is pleasurable
my tasks are so small,
clean, polish, for some,
book meetings for others.

Routine, come Tuesday, I thought, I
am getting on well, my
work is progressing, my
tasks have been, well?

Routine, come Wednesday, I thought, I’d
change my old habits, the
Sun it did shine and
I thought I would grab it, and
Oh! What a tan.

Routine, come Thursday, I thought, if
I rush this small job
Some time I could make up, but,
Oh! !****! Hell!

Routine, come Friday, I thought, the
end of the week, my
boss has gone anal
He will see me next week!

Routine, come Saturday, I thought,
I would be with the kids
Go to MacDonald’s for burgers,
then out to the flixs.

Routine, come Sunday, I thought, there’s
so much to do.
I’ll leave it till Monday,
Let’s go to the zoo.

© Nick Rigazzi-Tarling 21 July 2009