Last Break

Normally, a case of Mondays
Will ruin the complete set of Fundays.
But Monday, when you have a break,
Is a precious joy you must CERTAINLY take.

A rest, respite, a break, such peace,
To do what I want, when I want, how I please,
Provided it's okay with you-know-who,
The joy of my life, my sweetie-weetie-boo.

And together, we'll venture out into the world
And with each step, another mystery unfurled,
Like, if you spend too much time inside,
You'll soon feel over burdened outdoors, and wish to hide.

But hide or hair, or anything else,
I'll stay with her until the world's ice melts,
And then some, because, you know,
I kinda like her, and I love her so.