Mournday:
The day on which
we gather at work
to lament the Weekend Past.
Twistday makes us
shape-shift, sit at desks,
try to avoid our bosses,
slouch through staff meetings.
Winceday: Grit yer teeth,
struggle to the hump-top;
attempt to overcome inertia,
prepare to slide downhill.
Blursday almost always
leaves you asking,
“Wait a minute; what?
When the hell was that?”
Freeday: The first day
of another long weekend;
(play your cards right and
every weekend’s long!)
SaturdayndSunday:
no matter what you do
or fail to do, the weekend
proves that Time can fly.
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Poets And Storytellers United
Weekly Scribble #48
~ Blursday ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Haha “Blursday!” Genius!
Curiously when retired (as I am) there is a blurring of days as all days are equal opportunity then. But I do remember the wednesdays with life drifting midstream!
Wonderful day names, perfectly explained. 😀
I’m with Robin – now I’m retired every day is pretty much the same, especially since March.
Loved it! Working on the inertia as I type.
Your days are better than mine!!!! With the exception of Trystday, which I enjoy. Great write, Ron.
Superb!
Oh, how I remember Twistday! My un-favorite day for sure. I so don’t miss it.
Brilliant twist on the day of the week! Most of my days are blurdays, since I no longer work.
Kinda makes you want to change it all to Blursweek, doesn’t it? Thanks for the smile, Ron. Heaven knows there are too few of them around these days.
Oh Twistday, you devil you. Thankfully where I work now isn’t bad, and they were pretty good even before we went 100% virtual.
Nice one Ron
Much💜love
This made me smile.
Absolutely perfect!