This Friday's poem! =)

Monday hate,
 Tuesday terribly much.
 Wednesday also hate
 And on Thursday, nor drink nor Gram

Friday - is another matter,
 Only the clock shows six
 All the papers throw out safely,
 Next will be just a gesture.

Squash alcoholic hunger
 And some went through.
 It's not just like that, there is a reason:
 All week otpahal!

Kohl remarked someone proud:
 "The census is that today»
 Say with a joyful muzzle:
 "Poher tomorrow after Saturday!»

A Saturday in the infinite
 Drunkenness, with the night melts quickly.
 With a hangover, hungover dream
 Sunday flies.

That flashed through fun,
 But not Monday.
 Yes, and not Sunday
 Straight some voskreselnik.

And start all over again:
 Monday, Tuesday, crap ...
 And work tired,
 Waiting for the fifth day!

_- = KESH = -_