©One Hundred Days Without
A Couch
Mimi Wolske
Mimi Wolske and Mona
Arizona™
September 2014
All Rights Reserved
You can't lock me away
in the wrong day of the week.
I can't break through
until Friday —Friday is the best day;
I must be free to
make my own decisions and
Friday is more
important to me than... than peanut butter.
It's a circus out
there and all of the roads lead in you a circle...
The earth is round,
you know, and clowns are on the road of life.
In the old days, they
used to draw and quarter men
And hang their heads
on poles in front of the gates;
So, now, play that on
your harmonica!
Why am I always
someplace else when I hear good news?
There's only two
things to think about in a gamble.
What have I got to
win? What have I got to lose?
It takes all my
effort just to keep the frost off of my petunias;
Besides, you can't
play Mahjong on a haystack, only solitaire.
My hands cling to the
braches just as did the hands of
My ancient ancestors;
my brain tries convincing me,
"You're not a
mental case! You make broccoli drinks for kings!"
I have been one hundred
days without a couch, so, you see?
You can't lock me
away in the wrong day of the week!
I can't break through
until Friday —Friday's the only day!
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