by Chris McGinty
He was sure it was Thursday, but he actually couldn’t be sure. It was a day of the week, but was it the Thur? He wanted it to be hump day, because that made him laugh. But he was sure it was Thursday, and he owned a giraffe. He had a set of rhymes that made no real sense. But he was writing last minute, in his defense. He realized there was maybe another way to see. That when you work seven days a week, there’s no hump day for me.