Ahh, Friday!

Stress accumulates
In the confines of
The office until
Escape becomes
A matter of survival.
That's when the
Springtime weather is
Especially dangerous
Because an avenue
Will be created where
One may not exist
In which to answer
The Siren's song of
Swinging clubs
Upon the links
Or swinging rackets
Upon the courts
Or churning legs
Upon the pedals
Or anything else
Which calls out
"Come to me,
Come to me...."
That is when
The creative side
Flashes its brilliance
With excuses
To answer the call.

Friday

In almost every business
There are those who can't wait
For Friday.
They haunt the break room
And their neighbor's cubicle
Talking.
By mid-afternoon
Their productivity goes to zero
And they try to bring
Everyone else
To their level.
How they get by with it
Is anyone's guess.
It could be because
The boss is at
The golf course.