By Rick Williams
I feel it's time
to make a rhyme;
I think it's overdue.
I feel the need,
and I must heed;
so here's from me to you.
Friday's here!
A day for beer
that's not my daily kind.
A treat for me;
I like to see
what new taste I can find.
We both employ
our hot tub's joy
almost every night.
But Friday's best
to soak the stress;
No bedtime is in sight.
Yes, the Friday "feel"
has great appeal;
It's the end of our week-long woes.
A time to drink
but not to think
of where the weekend goes.
