Monday’s Trouble and Strife
Monday morn, the old dog and bone,Drags me from me lovely kip at home.The sky looks grey, me plates of meat ache,And all I want’s a bit of bellyache? The guv’nor’s waiting, so off I trot,With me whistle and flute, like it or not.Five days to Friday — cor, what a plight!I’ll sink a nice cuppa and call it all right. ``https://inkandrain.home.blog/2026/10/12/mondays-trouble-and-strife/