It’s Blue Monday morning, my coffee’s gone cold—
A gremlin stole the sugar bowl (the chaotic little troll).
The weather’s grey and gloomy, the clouds look set to stay,
But gremlins painted smiley faces on my window anyway.
Blue Monday’s lighter when the gremlins run the show—
They turned my socks fluorescent and they reorganized the snow.
They’re chaotic, they’re ridiculous, but somehow make it fun—
If life hands you blue Monday, let the gremlins steal the sun.
They taped googly eyes on kettles, wrapped tinsel ’round my chair,
Put bubble wrap on every step—surprise!—I bounced down every stair.
They filled my lunchbox full of confetti (and a single jaffa cake),
Then rewired all the doorbells so they cackle when you shake.
They prescribe: Dance like a goblin, eat cereal with a fork,
Wear a cape to all your meetings, chase pigeons through the park.
Host a “monday-not-so-miserable” with biscuits, fruit, and tea—
And if sadness tries to settle in, just say: “Nope, not today, not me!”
Blue Monday’s brighter when the gremlins run amok—
They swapped my ringtone for kazoo tunes—chaotic, but good luck.
They’re unhinged, they’re tiny cheer squads, doing pranks that don’t make sense—
But with gremlins in your Monday, life is fifty times less tense.
So when the world feels heavy and the mood is cold and blue,
Invite some silly chaos in—those gremlins know what to do.
They’ll trip the gloom, they’ll flip the script, they’ll chase your blues away—
‘Cause gremlins make Blue Monday just another goofy day.