jumping for joy

I hear a commotion out the door,

people are in the street with horns,
banging on pots and pans.

jumping for joy. doing a jig.
blowing whistles and clapping their hands.

I lean out and ask what's going on.

didn't you hear they yell and scream,
what? I say, what?

it's Friday. it's Friday. it's Friday.

the week is over.

I go out to join them in my slippers
and robe.

banging on my tambourine.