Monday Blues

Monday morning comes too fast

The weekend never seems to last

I wake and get out of bed

Stupid Monday, I feel dead

Into the shower, I now go

Fresh and clean from head to toe

Clean and dressed I go down the hall

Waffles and bacon, I eat it all

I grab my stuff and go out the door

Off to Starbucks where they pour

A coffee that will finally make

My tired eyes come full awake

I still yawn, I cannot stop

I drink my coffee, so I won’t drop

Coffee and yawns, these are the clues

That I have the Monday Blues.