Yes, was time to play and have some fun. . .
festive day. Now dark gray is head front.
You romped during night,
got more than a bit tight,
shagged some ho’s,
and took some blows.

Goodbye, Rubens Tuesday.
For what you did, shame on you!
Gotta change and lose rude-friends day;
Lent is gonna bliss you.

It’s Wednesday, so retrieve your rosary;
throw away DNA-soiled hosiery.
Beat that beaded chain—
now your life has got to change;
the flesh is tossed;
you’re ash-embossed.

There’s no time for booze, so scourge and flay.
Stanch wet dreams and keep your grip away.
Dying is the time
for drunk teams
to teem and scheme of crime,
read ribald rhyme.

Goodbye, Rubens Tuesday.
for what you did, blame ain’t due.
Yank that chain and say some “Ave”s.
On Friday—no fish chew.