Saturday Nonsense Tribute

Saturday Saturday
Glorious sleep-in Saturday!
Saturdays the day of laundry and putter
Saturday’s my day of oatmeal with butter

 
Saturday mornings, nowhere to go

Quietly ponder the ebb and the flow
Up in the closet down on the floor
Saturdays a day you just can’t ignore

Oh hail to Saturdays!

when some ladies shop
for me the beauty lies in having to not
To mosey, to amble, to shuffle, to poke
The day to be dreaming with stories unspoke

Saturday's a blessing on which I count dearly

To remove all the traces of a work week so weary
Awakening  from slumber so long and extended

The cheeks may look pinky, the fears apprehended

If your Saturday portends no company to please
And the house need not be tidy but just as you please
then no bustling  or hustling or running about
need mess up your Saturday, cast you in doubt

Oh hail to Saturday, the three syllabled day!

It’s said Saturday’s child has to work for a living
for me that has always been my misgiving
Yet now I do not on Saturdays toil
In the work place where manners and limits unfurl

To flit without deadline from task to task

With no direct outline and no one to ask
I thank all the powers for giving this day
Each week I live on, for as long as I may,
Tis a blessing for me to be able to say
Saturday, Saturday, what a wonderful day!