Friday

by Ivan Kershner

Weekends start at three o'clock
About nine months of the year,
But soon comes Monday morning
And an end to weekend cheer.
You see, I am a student
At the school right down the street,
And teachers expect to see me
Every morning in my seat.
And almost every morning
('Less I'm sick and like to die)
I show up with books and pencils
And I listen… and I try.
But even though I work all week
To do what makes me smart,
I mostly like my Fridays.
They're my favourite part!
Of all the times and all the days,
My favourite comes at three
On each and every Friday…
'Cuz that's when THEY SET ME FREE!