Wednesdays are for Poets

Wednesdays are called hump day  
For no particular reason  
For those of us working five days  
Season after season  

Week after week we toil  
Marking off the time  
Days of the week to spoil  
Our free time to rhyme  
 
For poets are we  
Loving to pen a verse  
And Wednesdays are not free  
They make out days adverse  
 
When the words are mine  
I must write them down  
Tuesday, Wednesday or any other time  
Pen to paper, verb to noun  
 
The words flow like water  
Not caring for time or day  
Inspiration that never falters  
Words and sayings may  
 
Be whispered in my ear  
Begging to be written down  
Feeling like a seer  
Wearing a poet's crown  
 
How lovely to be given this  
Drive to pen a rhyme  
It cannot be dismissed  
Lest it be lost in time