There is a bridge entangled
In the jungle of our life
That spans a tiny river
That’s no wider than a knife.
On one side of the river
Is the Friday Party deep
But with me on the other shore
It’s shallow and we sleep.
In every life there comes a day
When you’ll cross unto my bank
And when you do you won’t cross back
And you’ll have age to thank.
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It’s Friday night
And the bar is hoppin’.
Folks are tired
From Christmas shoppin’.
All around
Drinks off are toppin’
And fists do fly
And guys be droppin’
But I don’t know
What pills they’re poppin’
‘Cause my bed said “Hi”
And into it I drop in.
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Sometimes dogs are happy.
Sometimes dogs are sad.
You wanted a clever poem?
Well today, that’s just too bad.
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Hope and honor,
Faith and love:
These are yours
When you rise above.
So keep moving ahead
If only by little bits.
And for those who won’t,
Here’s to Friday and tits!
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I can think of many reasons
That Friday is the king of days.
It comes before the weekend,
Which are the only better days.
But if every day were Friday,
Then weekends would never come,
And if every day were Saturday
We’d only work weekends, which is dumb.
If every day were Friday
We’d just have to call it “day.”
Perhaps the week is fine
In its own obnoxious way.
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Dear Rebecca Black,
This note is addressed to you.
Thus the line above.
I would like to say
Your song Friday changed my life.
Let me count the ways:
I never slowed down
To sing about my routine
‘Fore I go to school.
I had never thought
About which seat I should take.
Front or back? Which one?
I also did learn
That people like partying
On the weekends, yeah!
Let us not forget
That Thursday’s what comes before
Friday. What a fact!
Thus this letter ends.
With my profound gratitude,
Signed David Kappele
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