Shy and Unfulfilled Friday...Shyday

The following is a poem maybe not of actual events, but actual moods which we all go through sometimes:

Light turns green and all seems well
And I should go
But pedestrian decides to cross illegal
Foot is left pressed on brake, and I spare his life pro bono

Hold door open for kindly old man
No thank you or kind word from portly him
He of the grouchy clan
He should be more polite and become slim

(What? It would be good for his health....see? There's nothing in it for me, I'm a humanitarian at the core)

Ask girl out for 29th time
She relents and kindly obliges (bless her)
But now I have hives
Why couldn't she just comply at the earlier stages?

(No, I really don't have hives but thanks for caring...)

I am not the only man
To attempt a perfect shave and repeatedly fail
I'm in the company of many a male peasant and sultan
To place on my head in shaving shame a metal pail

Time, time, time
I don't have enough of you
To learn 9 instruments including chimes
And learn one more language than all the ones Pope John Paul knew

So if we pass on the street again
And my visage falls blue
You'll know I want the week to end
Quietly and uneventfully with nothing to do.

Have a great weekend everybody. It took long enough to get here!

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