Marvelous Monday strikes again.
The kids are grouchy. Mama is too.
Get out of bed, put on your clothes, comb your hair and don’t forget your shoes.
Marvelous Monday, I know you have to come
But why, oh why do you leave me feeling stunned?
Hurry, hurry, we are late!
Put that pop tart on a plate!
Lunches thrown together; anything to fill their gut
Mama, I have homework! What?
The chaos is over. I have a second to breathe.
Marvelous Monday you bring me to my knees.
I can make it. Soon Monday will be behind.
All I ask is, “Tuesday, please be kind.”
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