The Uneventful Sunday

Today is very boring,

It’s dull and uneventful,

I wanted to go exploring,

But now I’m just resentful.

Why does Sunday have to be so bland?

There’s much in this world to do,

If only I had something planned,

I wouldn’t feel so blue.

Tomorrow starts another week,

In which I am unsure,

Something fun I dare to seek,

That will be my cure.

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Thanks for reading, Saira Elizabetti.