I seem to have lost a small day
By not posting, it's just slipped away
It was Thursday, I think
It was gone in a wink
I'm so glad I don't wear a toupee
The one that I saw wasn't nice
And my days of the week aren't precise
Is this losing thing real?
Is this poem surreal?
Do you think posting late will suffice?
Well, it's Friday today, that is clear
It's not lost cos it's already here
So I'll get on my way
and forget that toupee
So this ode can be posted right here
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