Saturdays

Saturdays came with great anticipation,

I’d run downstairs on a wonderful mission.

Cartoons were on every channel, it seemed,

As Bugs, Daffy, and Road Runner beamed.

I’d watch until noon, then get banished outside,

To play all day long with a dog at my side.

At dinnertime, back to the house I would go,

Hoping that Saturday night would say “no”

To bedtime, but sweet dreams would swallow me whole—

Til I woke the next morning to…

Church.