Brown Monday

Brown Monday

On the eve of Sunday
I hoped for a fair Monday.
A high day to go my way
with a beam of success rays.

No more rush hours,
just revitalized powers.
No more climbing towers,
just cooling showers.

Of chocolate cream,
my day is tasty.
And succulent dream,
a day to build a dynasty.

It is brown Monday for me,
and my motto and theme shall be
“My God shall stand by me,”
then will sail in the success sea.

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