Mmmmunday

Oh, ah!
Monday morning. In full shroud and death veil.
It's not you I despise, oh no, don't get me wrong. You're no Tuesday. There's a bit of residual heat of weekends still left lingering in your wake and that alone would suffice, what I dislike about you darling Monday are the banal connotations you represent.
It's the restarting of a week long grind, granted it's just five days but the schedule that's affixed to this whole charade like a clockwork is most displeasing don't you know.
Waking up before the sun is hardship itself.

Do excuse my maudlin complaints but as somnolent as one is at a time when some loved ones go to sleep, it's raw torture to stick out as much as a nail outside of a sultry scorch as displayed by my faithful duvet and yet one must, I must, not only let myself out but plunge wholeheartedly into chores.

Ah Monday, must thou be such a heartless wench?
Do you feel the hurt I suffer as you sink your frozen fingers inside my chest and pluck at my heart strings, making me jump in a momentarily flash of monumental joy before wrenching it out and squeezing it to an icicle.
Ah Monday, don't I know that you then proceed to affix that lump of icy mass back into my chest, mercilessly sticking it on a hinge?
Ah Monday, must you make everything about you? Do you know how often I realize the pining is strong, the misses stronger.