My Favorite Day

My favorite day is Saturday
I like to go outside and play.
The day is like a burst of light
The day is the moon in the dead of night.

My favorite day is Friday
Saturday’s only a day away.
My excitement is a bottled rocket
I feel like the grasshopper in my shirt pocket.

My favorite day is Sunday
Lazy, sleepy, do nothing fun day.
I yawn like a lion before a nap
My arms and legs and toes are sap.

My favorite day is not Monday.
“Get out of bed!” I hear my mom say.
Like a tiger, I growl, “it’s not fair!”
Waiting for Friday, I am a bear.