A Good Friday Afternoon

It's a good Friday afternoon, 

I finished a jackalope story, 

I read and reviewed a political poem, 

I wrote a story about being kidnapped by Gray Aliens. 

It's a good Friday afternoon, 

With temperatures rising into the triple digits 

And mice scurrying across the floors 

In the neighboring apartments, 

I haven't see any mice yet, 

But it's the temperature is sure to drive them indoors 

Where it's cool.