Oh Thursday
You can change your days and
You can change your ways
But your name still prints above the fold
And there are no drapes in your fishbowl
Every click a trace
A rank and a place
When you’re ready to face
I will give you a grace
But I can’t promise this space
Fresh out the box
Practically mint
Hundreds they poll
And they toll
Ready to roll
No use for drapes
Or fishbowls
Oh Thursday
You may be my favorite
Always above the fold
But I am not a fish
Come out of your bowl
-Melissa Donley