In Praise of Friday

Of all the days in the work-a-day week
Through which we toil and endure,
There's one that stands, a magnificent peak,
Above this vale of manure.

The day to which I refer, of course,
Is Friday, that dearly beloved ending
To a week's worth of boredom and office remorse--
A sign that the weekend is wending.

Although it's maligned by misguided folk,
(Who don't know their fundaments from excavations)
Friday's the day we throw off the yoke
And begin our weekend vacations.