MONDAY NEW DAY

Monday, new day, new day of each week,
Decisions, choices, new hours of time,
We call it our working day,
And its ready its part to play.
The fuel pump plays an eager part,
In fact its first line,
Inspiring words and screens up its part.
All value the hours of time.
A menu page mentions the food to fix,
Two of water and one of grain,
You chose it last night, so to make flour soft,
Morning's simmering fifteen minutes remains.
A fruit plate offers a peach or a pear,
Asks to join the others that day,
An orange bounces around with glee,
And offers its entrance to play,
That will be best for another time,
So we will keep you all in line.
Be patient and maybe be yours or mine.