Mondays are always hard

I fall out of bed

wishing I could stay

I stumble through life

Hit my toes on the edges

of tables and

me being me

slip down , crash, crumple

Nothing goes right

Soon I'll burn down the house

when I make tea

bleed to death

when I cut an apple,

maybe I'll even get

caught in a lightning storm

A hurricane, a blizzard

A tsunami

although

I don't even

live near the ocean

Then I see your face

Smile-

a ray of sunshine

is that the orchestra?

and I swear

it stopped raining outside

it's cheesy but

you make me feel like

a double cheese pizza

the frumage in my 'omelette du frumage'

I see you

amd it's like back when

my parents got the color TV

in the era of just black and white

in fact you make my life HD

like

the first time

I saw through

glasses

and everything was clearer...

and I'm ranting now

but do you see?

You make even

Monday mornings

seem like a good thing...