Leave the porch light on
so we can find our way home
on the darkest nights.

Hot chocolate Christmas
around a roaring fireplace,
melted marshmallows.

A Charlie Brown tree –
though ragged and worn it is
proudly on display.

Friday’s a temptress,
teasing for ages before
she offers herself.

You wicked Wednesday;
you herald glad tidings but
you still make us wait.

Murky Monday morn,
the corpse of a weekend and
we’re all dressed in black.

Don’t mourn for the lost
mourn instead for the living
who survived to mourn.

Her feminine charms
served her well until she met
his stupidity.

The sultry siren
sings a seductive song to
naive little fools.

Cry your eyes out now
then wipe your cheeks, stand back up,
live like they would want.