The problem with recycled space-fillers is that before one knows it becomes main course. That sentence presumes things about the main course. Let go of such self-consciousness and keep things going.
Friday night I dream of two
Unfettered days that's called weekend
The week was sold for bread and brew
Now all the time is mine to spend
Seductive unread pile of books
(The read pile is a sandclenched fist)
Spring cleaning due the house it looks
Other errands from my mother's list
Unnanounced aunts just happen to drop in
Liberty with my plans they take
'Read later now come with us shopping
He can wait that William Blake'
Possessive pronouns for Time's a blunder
We exist together and not asunder