Читать книгу Pop Sonnets: Shakespearean Spins on Your Favourite Songs - Erik Didriksen - Страница 19
ОглавлениеI shall not care if ev’ry single week
begins with Monday wrapp’d in dismal blue
with Tuesday trailing after, looking bleak
in ashen gray, completely without hue.
On Wednesday morns, the gloomy break of dawn
may hoist the forlorn flag and follow suit.
Though Thursday wilt for too long linger on,
I’ll lie in wait for what’s in hot pursuit.
How Saturday turns briskly into night!
The Sabbath time will far too quickly race
through ev’ry moment bringing me delight
within my dear beloved’s fond embrace.
As th’ weekend starts, I thank the Lord above:
’tis Friday now, and truly I’m in love.
