Wet Monday Blues.

Why does rain never affect me the same On any other day of the week? Weekend fun done, I expect some Monday sun sometimes, not this bleak Drivingly incessant rain. I look in vain For a last minute Monday reprieve But still get the wet-Monday blues! I could, if I choose change the name. Sad-sounding 'Mournday' needs cheering. Then the sun may be coaxed nearer To showing his face. Was it in ancient Fear that mourning, performed in the drear Atmosphere of a Monday, besmearing games Must have caught on, because from then on There's been enough of the drizzly stuff Daubing with teardrops of wet we call rain. So lets wave a wand over more days of yore, Perhaps then wet-Monday spells will be gone!