Fridays

On this day alcohol flows like rivers,
Generations long gone get the shivers,
It is the end to a very long week,
It provides the reprieve that people need,
Allowing for midweek woes to be forgotten,
Amidst booze ups that seem to be rotten,
The time is seemingly well spent,
Getting drunk and saying things not really meant...

Woes are forgotten in many different ways...
All in all, there are no days like Fridays...

Sometimes they can be good,
Just like all Fridays should,
But sometimes they can be bad,
As alcohol can make people pretty sad,
And depending on how they go,
The week's worries do not show,
Or they could make an appearance and get worse,
Causing temperaments to burst...

Woes are dealt with in many different ways...
All in all, they are no days like Fridays...