Post Holiday Blahs

Someone stole my holidays!

Suddenly I have to be back at work

The week was hardly seven days

I feel like such a jerk

No more sunshine to wake me

Back to the lousy alarm clock

No more being Mr Lazy

I feel like such a dork

I've not had my fill of good food

Cookies? Just a few

Seemed only yesterday was reunion dinner

And now it's turned to poo

Where are all the fireworks

The gambling and the fun

Late nights with non stop chatting

Looks like now they're done

I face Friday with trepidation

Sunday leading with alarm

With insufficient preparation

Oh no, I've bought the farm

-Jonzz the Poetic Ranter-