Woosh! Goes The Deadline

I’ll be done Monday.
Wednesday or Thursday for sure.
Worst case is Friday.

Weekend

Now, time to relax.
Trying to forget all work.
But Dreading Monday.

Texas – a big State.
I walked five hundred miles.
Never left Texas.

I want to write a country song.
I hope all y’all will sing along.

My wife left for good yesterday,
My girlfriend didn’t like her anyway.
I walking around in a fog.
Worse, she took my hunting dog.

I sang a song to all my cows,
Then, I took a couple bows.
They seemed to like the song,
Some even tried to moo along.

“I can still see the ship!”
“I’m sure they will wait.”
Then it sailed away.

“We will sue them!”
“This is an outrage!”
Read your contract.

“Wow. I missed my plane.”
“That’s on me.”
Yes, yes it is.

“Wow. I missed my cruise.”
“That’s their fault.”
Pretend it’s a plane.

Bacon, lettuce and tomato

Crispy French fried potato

I almost had a bean burrito.

My co-workers are relieved.

Staring off in a daze.
Rhyming in many ways.
Hoping for some praise.
It’s another thirty days.