It must be, even at three day’s early, a full-moon

because on the blessed day conflict came way too soon.

It was a Sunday morning after a late Saturday night

so perhaps the blame was on a hangover done just right.

The store manager was incredibly surly at best

and then there were other contacts accounting for the rest

of the department store and grocery store snipes and gripes

and he had to swallow hard and clear his pipes

and think about any further personal and business contacts

and ask his wife to handle all further contracts.

He went home and watched, on cable T.V., NFL football

and watched his team the Bears on their face did fall.

He never thought he would wish for the dawn of a Monday,

but he had had enough of this blasted, blessed Sunday.