Once upon a time, as recently as this Sunday
A girl insisted on acting like it was Monday.
She was glum, she moaned, she flailed around,
Didn’t do anything, melancholia abound.
She cleaned her house (mostly from spite)
Stayed up late and grumped about all night.
Monday came and she felt like a fool,
Whiny and lame and a bit of a tool.
So she did some therapy of the retail hype,
Found some lovelies of the boho type.
Sharing them here in exchange for understanding,
She was all too aware she could be a bit demanding..