That Friday feeling...

Its Friday again and that feeling should be here...

And, whilst we're on the subject....
To get me in the mood... I wrote a little something called that Friday feeling...


That Friday feeling

One more working week
Finally comes to this
The weekend full of fun
You wouldn't want to miss

Saturday and Sunday
To relax and wind down
Until the next working week
Comes speedily around

Ill start the weekend now
By telling all my friends
The plans are set in place
For the time we have to spend

Friday night will be here
Saturday morning lost
Sunday, Monday recovering
And dodging my new boss

Then the week starts over
And back to work we go
For another 5 days solid
To the working life we know

So each working day reminds me
Exactly of the meaning
Just how good it really is
To get that Friday feeling




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My first 'blog' by Francis Thomson

Well...

I know I will have at least one reader for the first instalment of my Blog...

Anymore than that is a bonus. And if I reach more than 2 readers ill be overwhelmed and ecstatic.

I'm going to start my first post with a couple of poems I wrote today, based on life around me. Sometimes the things people say and do instantly make me think in verse and today is the first time I actually put pen to paper about it. It is also the first time I have EVER used bad language in any of my writing, so today is a day of firsts on different things, and whilst we're on the subject, the first day of summer was officially yesterday, but I'm changing that to today to coincide perfectly with the above firsts...

Poetry....

I hate mornings

8.45 and
I'm still in bed
Can't go to school
Cos I've got a sore head

8.53 and
I'm still yawning
Lying in bed
Cos I can't stand mornings

8.59 and
There's one minute left
Don't wanna move
From my warm little nest

9.01 and
Its time to wake
Heading downstairs
For a coffee and a cake

9.15 and
I'm really confused
How not going to school
Has got me bemused

3.45 and
School is nearly out
Fifteen minutes more
And ill give my mate a shout

Life is so dull
School is so boring
I hate waking up
I hate mornings

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Prime time telly

Its 6.45 and about to start
Ill get comfy for the next part
Its the end of the series
The story's getting rough
Leaving my seat is gonna be tough

Can't leave the room god forbid the seat
Everytime I look away my heart skips a beat..

Focus, listen... Don't miss a thing part 45 is about to begin
Don't you dare touch the fuckin remote
If you dare ill cut your fuckin throat

The batteries are dead!
So I'm gonna die
I can't change the channel
So this is goodbye

My hands are shaking
My legs feel like jelly
I'm missing the best part
Of prime time telly

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I might even make these into a little rap... On second thought, ill just leave em here!

Holla


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