This time of the week

The most recent poem I wrote. It's titled 'This time of the week' but am not talking about this time of the week, am talking about THIS time of the week.
Enjoy :-)

(PS: I must be missing someone :-D)

This time of the week does not mourn Monday
This time of the week teases the use of Tuesday
This time of the week takes the words out of Wednesday
This time of the week forgets there’s a Thursday
This time of the week can fry the joy of Friday
This time of the week satisfies Saturday
This time of the week sunbaths Sunday
It is a moment etched in time that the days envy

This time of the week defaces the wall
This time of the week alarms the walls
This time of the week colors the calendar
This time of the week marks the calendars
This time of the week starts the arriving
This time of the week completes the waiting
This time of the week queries the questioning
This time of the week does the answering

This time of the week can sing the chorus
The chorus which refrained from singing the song
The chorus which accapellaed solo without the harmonies
The chorus which hooked and held up the melodies
The chorus which bridged the unspoken verses
The chorus which ad libbed its way through the week
The chorus which faded out with sounds which were weak
Till you showed up with the tune

This time of the week is why the sun shines
This time of the week is where the river flows
This time of the week is how the plant grows
This time of the week is how much the tree shades
This time of the week is which orange is picked
This time of the week is what the birds sing
This time of the week is who the birds sing for
This time of the week is when I am with you