Mondays smell of lemons and Tuesays of grass,
Wednesdays are tough, but Thursdays shatter like glass,
Fridays are like chocolate- the're's never enough and it goes too quickly.
Saturdays are purple with a hint of black- the weekend's almost over.
Sundays are grey- nothing ever happens on a grey day.
last year was orange and the year before blue,
But I haven't decided on this one yet.