Thursday, July 25, 2019

A Thursday Poem
by Danny B. Maness



It's Thursday, it's Thursday,
The animals call it Fursday,
Which makes a lot of sense to me,
And also to a clinging flea.



It's just one day 'till Friday,
A day held in esteem,
But Thursday's really MY day,
It's like come true a dream.



Good things hap on Thursday,
If hap is still a word,
The 14th century used it,
At least that's what I've heard.

What hap here, kind sir? Did you hap to find my purse? 

I love to sing on Thursday,
My vocal chords relax,
I sing acapella,
 I no longer play my axe.



Thurday's raise my spirits,
I don't need to drink no beer,
Is that a double negative,
No.



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