They say that wednesday is a hump day,
let's drink for the midweek and dash away,
heading to the work-free weekend,
babbling about topics in trend,
and giggling over some fun hearsay.
So time silently flew,
a pint become two before you knew,
getting home and crashed was easy,
the pain was getting up dizzy-woozy,
and facing the works still due.
work is the curse of the drinking