l Think I Love Mondays

I hate Mondays!
Why can't it be Friday evening again?
Why can't I have a whole weekend ahead of me?
The lye-ins,
breakfast in bed,
long sunny walks with the dog,
a good film and a glass of wine,
a large glass of wine!
Pop into the pub,
out shopping whilst hubby watches the footy!
Ooh; what about Sunday lunch out!
No-one to answer to,
No commitments,
No-one to please...

...all that washing up I've been putting off all week,
the uniforms which need ironing,
the food shopping,
cleaning the house,
Washing the dog after that walk - then clearing up the bathroom afterwards!
A trip to the dump,
that painting I still haven't finished,
and the lawn needs cutting, again!

I think I love Mondays! 

(Haiku)

Stagger to pay day.
Spend it like it grows on trees.
Stagger to pay day.

(Haiku)

Beer gets drunk; so much
so that the people drinking
it get drunk as well!

(Haiku)

Homes to be powered
by wind from politician's 
promises - again

Clay

Spin it at your chosen speed,
it is yours to manipulate,
to create a form where previously none existed. 
Yours to do with as you will.
You grasp it with wet hands
and with controlled pressure,
you fashion it,
and the spinning mass takes shape.
You draw it out -
tall and slender.
You push it flat -
squat and broad.
A bowl?
A cup?
A vase?
From your mind,
through your arms to your hands,
your plans take shape.
More water,
less speed, 
a sponge,
a simple wooden tool,
it is yours to control.
From your mind,
through your arms to your hands...

and it all collapses!