Sundays

Sundays are the best days;

But they can end in the worst ways.

However, today im going to shed some light in some dark caves.

I close my eyes I take a deep breath, hear my mama say

''Zach the food is ready!" I shout back "oh hell im on my way"

Sorry I shouldnt say hell on the lords day.

Anyways, mama cooked steak and eggs.

 

Later on that day I got paid

By beating my brother at spades,

Just when I thought this day

Couldn't get any better my favorite team that was away

On a sunday. Won with JJ Watt interepting the ball to breakaway

And score a touchdown. I feel like he can do that everyday,

Now im tired so im going to go to bed so goodnight Ashlay

And dont forget sundays are the best days.

 

 

 

 
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