Monday was then still with the blues Yawning with the worst look- came I from my dreams just done. As a drunkard recovering from the kick of Perry. Rude was I as rude should be- to everyone who came by my way, Lost in my abominable dream; so vague and inexact. Then heard that cry for help- refused by some. For the sake of that cry went I to the rescue, When the favor was done stood I with the dignity of a soldier, flashing an arrogant smile. touched by that gratitude left tears in my eyes and the best smile on my face; And gave me the chance to picture the beauty of the remaining day!