It's Friday!

I feel it's time
to make a rhyme;
I think it's overdue.

I feel the need,
and I must heed;
so here's from me to you.


Friday's here!
A day for beer
that's not my daily kind.

A treat for me;
I like to see
what new taste I can find.


We both employ
our hot tub's joy
almost every night.

But Friday's best
to soak the stress;
No bedtime is in sight.


We can stay in our beds,
leave the dreams in our heads,
and sleep just as long as we choose.

No alarm clock to ring
to our sleep we can cling
or get up with our coffee and news.


Yes, the Friday "feel"
has great appeal;
It's the end of our week-long woes.

A time to drink
but not to think
of where the weekend goes.

Rick Williams