Poetry in motion 1

I wrote this sometime in 1995.  It is not a serious poem, just kidding around with one of my co-workers.  She did respond with a similar kidding around poem :)

Poetry in motion,

An endearing tribute to a dear friend 

Your mind has been affected by the weekend

It has changed from a book to a bookend

The complex thoughts are no longer on the table

It now appears like a blank label

On it you started writing on Monday

It will be glorious and intriguing by Friday

Saturday for you will be a new day

What will be left no one can say

The cycle will start once more

And will continue forever more