The day of rest has come

the day of silent contemplation

mixed with the roar of F1 V6 turbos

and the odd restaurant visit for brunch or dinner.

The day of rest has come

happily we all sit back and enjoy what is left

of that marvellous institution devised

by our friends in the labour movement

that is called the weekend.

The day of rest has come

a day to spend time with family and friends

to not worry about the next day’s work

but only about this day’s leisure.

The day of rest has come

At long last, it is Sunday.