FriYay

Arms on the clock slow down 

on Friday.

Holding the suspense each

round that it makes.

By the time noon comes,

hunger is null.

I ponder what I'd like to do 

as the day's end arrives soon.

Painting with a Twist...yes!

Drinking wine, more or less.

Maybe take a turn at tennis

Afterwards, a pint of Guinness?

Tip, tap the pen dances on the desk

Back to it until work day comes

to rest.

Oh, Friday,

you are the worst and the best.