ON A DYING FRIDAY

The last couple of hours

On a Friday are

The finest moments

In all work life

For you know that

Two free days are on

Or one at the very least

These last hours

Are weakened by ennui

The air is lighter

The mind floating

Wallets are checked

Movie houses and

Girlfriends too

At that precise hour

In our ad agency

A brief comes for

Bless my soul

An obituary ad

The last thing we want

On a dying Friday

So we take an existing ad

Give it a final loving pat

Change the picture

And send it in a jiffy

Faster than death

Obituary ads are coffins

One size fits all

One box, one border

You enclose the picture in

Give it last rites and 

Say a prayer, amen.