I felt the need to put my updated spin on the old classic:
Monday’s child is narcissistic,
Tuesday’s child is caustic and cryptic,
Wednesday’s child, picks up the slack,
Thursday’s child, bit of a throwback,
Friday’s child can’t distinguish fiction,
Saturday’s child is prone to addiction,
The child born on Sunday is very rarely blue, but for the most part, hasn’t really a clue!
It’s June,
So one would assume,
The weather would be pleasant,
And warmer still than clement May.
But then Ms. Gloom comes to stay.
Always with her clouds and rain,
And you sigh and mutter, not again.
No point in moaning or in asking why.
Just wait inside the house till warm July.
Pray on, everyone.
As they prey on everyone.
Ask God to make it all okay,
While they’re ripping their own flesh away.
Because God had told them what to do.
The very same God you’re praying to,
To ask for comfort and help from Him.
Should He listen to you or to them?
Random Misanthrope 