Saturday has always had the privilege of blessing us with good times, funshine and a whole heap of hope. I bet many of your best childhood, teen and grown-up memories were born on a Saturday because Saturday is an ancient pleasure that we will ever revel in.
I love writing poetry with internal rhymes and repetition.
I hope you enjoy my ode to Saturday poem.
(But if Friday is your bestie, scroll on to the end ...)
An Ode Owed to Saturday
Saturday’s
A scatter day
A visit friends and natter day
A pottering pitter patter day
A rest the old grey matter day
A spend-time-with-the-cat-er day
A down the pub and smatter day
A let’s go wild, mad-hatter day
A Jackson Pollock splattered day
A feelin’ good and flattered day
A wide awake not shattered day
A brain not feeling battered day
A fine to be a slacker day
A lip and cheek-fest smacker day
A guiltless gorge and snacker day
A wine and cheese and cracker day
A ribeye and red snapper day
A chocolate empty wrapper day
A high five and back slapper day
A wonder whippersnapper day
A long lie in and napper day
A buy new clothes and dapper day
A watch a show and clapper day
A night dressed as a flapper day
Saturday’s
A scatter day
An ancient silver platter day
A do the things that matter day
Mark Bird
An Ode Owed To Friday
Friday
is my day
your day
and our day
Friday’s not …
a sigh day
a shy day
a dry day
a die day
a cry day
a why day
Friday
is my day
your day
and our day
Friday is …
A fly day
A try day
A ply day
A buy day
A vie day
A high day
Friday
is my day
your day
and our day
Mark Bird
