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If “Friday” Were Written Like “The Song of Hiawatha”

by on April 11, 2011

I hear this is National Poetry Writing Month. I don’t typically write much poetry, but I do like parodies and…well, the rest is history. :p Enjoy.


In the seventh hour of morning,

In the morning she was waking,

Found herself refreshed from sleeping,

Down the stairs she went that morning.

Ran she to the breakfast table,

Had her bowl of pebbles fruity,

Saw that time was fleeting past her,

Saw the clock ticking much faster,

Saw her people rushing past her,

Saw the bus so soon departing.

Lo, her friends were near and waiting,

In their car she saw them, waving,

Her friends in the front seat kicking

Her friends in the back seat sitting,

Stood she there and pondered deeply,

Pondered, pondered, ever deeply,

Of which seat should she be taking.

The sixth day was fast arriving!

The sixth day was now upon her!

On this day, down she was getting,

To the weekend she was looking,

Oh, the weekend, joyful looking,

On the weekend she must party.

She must have  a party, truly,

She must have a party, truly,

At a party, fun fun fun fun,

On the weekend she must party,

To the weekend, joyful-looking.

In the evening, after seven,

On the highway she was driving,

Quickly, quickly, she was cruising,

Time was flying, flying past her,

About fun, fun she was thinking.

Knows she surely what fun must be,

Gets this, truly, she is getting.

By her right her friend was sitting,

Get this, truly, they are getting,

Know they surely what fun must be.

Her friends in the front seat kicking

Her friends in the back seat sitting,

Stood she there and pondered deeply,

Pondered, pondered, ever deeply,

Of which seat should she be taking.

The sixth day was fast arriving!

The sixth day was now upon her!

On this day, down she was getting,

To the weekend she was looking,

Oh, the weekend, joyful looking,

On the weekend she must party.

She must have  a party, truly,

She must have a party, truly,

At a party, fun fun fun fun,

On the weekend she must party,

On the weekend, joyful-looking.

Recites she now the days proceeding,

The day before, ’tis Thursday, surely,

Now indeed the day is Friday,

Verily we are excited,

Verily we all excited,

On this day a ball we having.

Saturn’s day comes on the morrow,

And Sunday the first day after,

Alas, she cried, the weekend’s ending,

Oh, alas, the weekend’s ending.

Now her friend her name announces,

In the front seat ever chilling,

In the back seat also chilling,

Driving ’round and round, she cruises.

Now a school bus she is passing,

Comes a noise like clocks a-ticking,

Hear her loudly, loudly screaming,

By the car in which she’s riding,

Of the sixth day she is singing….

The sixth day was fast arriving!

The sixth day was now upon her!

On this day, down she was getting,

To the weekend she was looking,

Oh, the weekend, joyful looking,

On the weekend she must party.

She must have  a party, truly,

She must have a party, truly,

At a party, fun fun fun fun,

On the weekend she must party,

To the weekend, joyful looking.

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2 Comments
  1. Julia permalink

    A much needed smile. “Verily we all excited,” brilliant!! 🙂

  2. Incredible work! Seriously – creative and fun.

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