post the hundred-forty-second, 2013

a week has 7 days
and there're as many ways
as there are days
to spend 'em.
monday is the first.
some say it is the worst,
that it is cursed
and then some.
tuesday follows next.
the perfect day to text
(although not sext)
your dear mum.
wednesday's middle man,
a steadfast sentry stands--
with no hands--
attention.
thursday, though fourth place
and out the medals race,
is no disgrace.
that's just dumb.
friday starts the end
so let the fun begin.
drink a gin
or some rum.
saturday's the day
to celebrate and play,
the other days
are all done.
sunday get some rest
(an afternoon nap's best)
the weeklong quest
soon's begun.