Fry Days

Fridays are days that leave my brains fried.

Fridays are days that make you feel lethargic
Despite looking forward to weekend’s magic
Fridays are days that leave you nary a care
Until your cases build up and give you a scare.

Fridays are nights that you can catch a movie
For some, a beer or two or even a shopping spree
Fridays are nights that you meet real people
Not like the scoldings that make you feeble.

Fridays are the start to the beginning of fun
Where you don’t have to wake up before the rising of the sun
Fridays are the end to the closing of cases
When you temporarily stop having to think of new phrases.

Yet Fridays mean that Mondays are crawling nearer
Which means you have to hold your weekends dearer
Fridays are the days you rejuvenate
Yet they are days I sometimes hate.

Fridays are days that leave my brains fried.