Monday's are normally a dull affair, so I wrote a poem to cheer us up.
Kite Poem
This morning was windy
So I got out my kite and wandered off to the beach
But the wind wasn’t there
It had no time to spare
For a poor lonely person like me
And just then a girl came running along
Crying “Mind that hole, sweet Zac”
But I didn’t hear and just disappeared
And found myself stuck down the hole
It's Monday.
