Truesday

Hello, there Tuesday.
What tidings do you bring?
Come now, don't be so morose, your petulance isn't unusual.
Is it news you come bearing woes and bad weather?
Rains and biting winds of Siberian aether
Why must I always run out of important vegetables today?
and recall a hundred other things that need buying
when it begins to rain
and my umbrella refuses to open
because it suddenly finds time to stay broken
and my movements hampered by grocery bags
I want to cry but I laugh
hard enough to literally gag
because you're Tuesday, my love
disasters and regrets
stick to you like a glove