The week that was, the week that wasn't, and the week that will never be

On Monday I measured the homo goblin's haemoglobin
I tried thinking of things to do to on my two thousandth Tuesday in town
I bumped into Arti on Wednesday, finding her choking on an artichoke
Thirteen towels tumbled towards the tapestry on the Thursday
Fashionably freaky friends fried some fries on the freezing Friday
And I found Saturdays were best suited to snoozes and snuggles
And when came Sunday I found the good booze to guzzle