Marry me on Monday.
Take me home on Tuesday.
Walk away on Wednesday,
knowing we're both bored.
Think of me on Thursday.
Fight with me on Friday.
Console my soul on Saturday.
Save Sunday for divorce.
NOTE: This poem is from my archive files and was probably written 15 years ago. I wasn't quite as optimistic back then, was I?
Cheer up, my friend. I know the feeling. Just don't linger there. Reflect back on your "life is a bowl of cherries!"
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