A Little Tweak To The Week!

The cat already did the day but it seems like the week is also at play. Humans sure are rather sad. Minutes will probably next be had. They may start with hours first. Seconds may be the worst.

It's a new week.
A new week for a peak.
Come and join.
Won't cost you much coin.

It's safety week.
Don't want to be up shit creek.
Stay safe just this week.
The other 51 you can leak.

It's the week of whelmed.
Nothing exhausting can be helmed.
Nothing over, nothing under.
No one shall steal any thunder.

It's the week of no dumb sayings.
Humans give those many replayings.
Can't say all will be fine,
Or any other useless platitudes that align.

It's the week of walking.
That may put a kink in stalking.
No driving cars allowed.
Walk with the crowd.

It's the week of hopping.
Everyday you must start popping.
Up and down you must go,
At least for an hour or so.

It's the week of no news.
Turn it off and pull the fuse.
Don't listen to a single windbag.
I'm sure that wouldn't be a drag.

It's the week of common sense.
No one is allowed to be dense.
That may be the hardest of all.
Especially for those who's brain is on permanent stall.

It's the week of no treats.
Nope, can't have those so called good eats.
Diabetes may get mad.
God forbid it becomes a fad.

It's the week of the cat.
Cats rule where they are at.
Whoops, that is forever.
Forget this endeavor.

Any weeks you have seen out there? Maybe one you want at your lair? How do these things even start anyway? Does some nut just pull it out of a hat one day? I guess whelmed week is week 39. Pfffft says the feline. I'll stick with variety of each daily pass from my ever so little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.