Eight Days a Week

maudlin maudlin Monday's mostly mud halts the weekend with woeful thud laughs and sillies get the willies on maudlin Monday, what a dud tintinnabulous tintinnabulous Tuesday is the second paying-dues day we head uphill but it’s no thrill 'cause we’re not there, but we’re on our way wadd'lin wadd'lin Wednesday straddles the hump wiggles and shakes like a wide-angle rump it’s a little too slow with way too much show wadd’lin Wednesday makes us “harumph” thoracic thoracic Thursday we’d like to send west we want to get Thursday off of our chest we’re not so sure we can endure thoracic Thursday'd be a good day to rest finally finally Friday, when it gets here makes one take a look in the mirror to practice a smile to reclaim a style time to get ready for giggles and beer! sleep in sleep-in Saturday comes with the blues has way too many of those chore-ing to-do’s so get outta bed with hung-over head and put off whatever you choose shuff'lin shuff'lin Sunday saunters along changing tempo, just like a song pretty soon then it’s time again for Monday and that is just wrong! elusive elusive, the eighth day hides from the rest we like to think we’d like it the best but we’d probably waste it and then we’d lambast it. an eight day week the Beatles addressed