I'm on vacation
From teacher-child communication.
Can really be a mental strain.
"Vous etes," "nous sommes"
Today are nothing short of gruesome.
We can do some
When I have rested up my brain.
This is Saturday,
My one day for lying out and frying
And not even think about how to pay
For all I've been buying.
I got stuff to do,
Like something or other for my mother;
I did something once that she asked me to,
I can't do another.
I feel scratchy, twitchy,
Places out of reach are itchy,
I get numb-like,
Why can't Saturday
Come right after Sunday 'stead of Monday?
The weeks would be better, in fact, if they
Were cut down to one day: