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What Happened To The Weekend?




Monday again, folks! Hope you enjoyed the little scrap above, a short little poem to explain the morning’s biggest question of what exactly happened to all those hours you were supposed to have.

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

Birds of the Orient

Birds of the Orient

Birds of the Orient

Flung and fluttered into luxury,

against golden bars their timid wings do flap,

and under stars they grow calloused scars,

burns of gaudy straps.


Mornin’, folks. Monday again, but at least this one’s a little better. Why? Well, because I’m back at posting, of course. Got the summer business out of the way and now I’m finally set back up to write again. Wanted to throw up this lil’ one in the morning, and I hope you enjoy. While it’s not my usual funny Monday poem, I like the imagery and the sound of it and I hope you do too.

Well, as always, here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you have something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.




It’s Not ( Thank You Cont.)

Thank You

Honestly, thank you.

It’s not that I couldn’t
do it without you,
it’s that I simply


Seriously, still going on to thank everyone for their support, folks. I honestly wouldn’t have done this without you. If I had started posting my poetry and hadn’t had followers that clicked daily or commented frequently, I probably would have given up by now. Well, not probably. I would have given up by now. So, in turn, you are really the driving force behind all this if you are reading this right now and, as I said before, thank you. I appreciate it more than you know.


picture of cupcake

It’s maple bacon. You should be drooling right about now.

… and I got to get myself this cupcake, as per tradition, so it is an all around good sensation 😉


Anywho, hope you’re at home enjoying something cold and on the rocks tonight! Be sure to have another one on me for all that you’ve helped to do.

Small Talk

small talk picture

Small Talk

They all say just how
the cookie crumbles but
not how the lion fell

talk of always the way
things are but never
of the voices quelled


It’s short, it’s sweet- It’s Friday, folks! Thought I’d toss up this lil’ guy while still in the process of finishing up ‘ We Will’. Can’t rush a thank you poem around here, especially not when it is for all of y’all. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this little albeit more serious poem as a homage to the shallow nature of talk for those who want to look a bit deeper.

Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you ready for another round!

Meaner By the Minute


Meaner By the Minute

I swear Monday’s just make me
meaner by the minute,

clock goes off,
I get up,
and my mind starts

Hour hand slicing
and minutes searing,
severing my last few
nerves while
the seconds are gearing
to make me twitch,

to get circuits to spark,
to try and make me
ignite and erupt,
and blow sky-high
the first $^*%!g hero,
who tries to push his
dumb luck.


There’s not much we can do about it, folks- It’s Monday again. I know that the day sometimes leaves me with a short fuse and, well, I’m sure it does a few of you too. So here’s a little poem to hopefully make your day less grueling and get you by a bit quicker.

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