Hope in My Heart, A (Rhythmically Questionable) Poem in My Head

From an unnamed production office for an undisclosed television show in an address-withheld building in LA where the elevators are shockingly slow...

We're taping our show a day early this week, and now that I'm seven hours into my Monday, I'm already giddily thinking that maybe I'll get a glorious day off...

A poem on this theme:

This week is a quick week

So I want to shout-speak,

"Hooray, hooray

Maybe Friday

My world won't be so bleak!"

'Cause maybe I'll be off

Without a sick day cough

And free to spend

 My hours on end

With no boss there to scoff