Monday Morning Mush

Ah, Monday. How I loathe thee.

How about a nice poem for monday? Because my brain really is mush?

No, not written by me. By Robert Frost.

Because I like this one.

FIRE AND ICE

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.