The Dreaded Monday
A limerick by Sergio VanNess
By Sergio VanNessPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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On Monday, my alarm clock did ring,
A day I just can't help but loathe and sing,
I dragged myself out of bed,
And felt like I was better off dead,
Why God? It's Monday, why does it sting?!
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