Once upon a time every Friday was known as payday and the weekend —
and people all over the USA turned out for multiple nights of spend.

They hung out with family, co-workers, and friends. —
It was a nice way to celebrate a productive week’s end. 

Bar owners depended on Friday and Saturday’s jovial mood upon the people —
then on Sunday, the church appreciated the many tithes and offerings under steeple.

“It’s Friday, Baby” was a saying broadcasted over the radio airwaves —
and echoed by professionals in corporate hallways.

The saying was considered “normal” and signified without delay —
that Friday’s meant “goodbye grind and hello celebrate.”

Well, here we are again, and I want that old feeling back.
It’s Friday, Baby, what’s in your bankable bag?

Perhaps you are a barterer and it ain’t about coins. —
I’m down with whatever it is that supports your loins.

Be tender and spend a little tender.
Go out for a drink…go out for dinner. 

Not only because It’s Friday, Baby —
but because we can. Just do so safely.

And if you see me in passing don’t be shy to say “Hey Qui!” —
I’ll definitely wave back, thus making my day. Oui!

Please know that with every wave I am sending love —
and if we are close associates, I’d like a hug. 

What do you say?
If all goes well and we extend our good health spell,
I’d enjoy a get together to parlay.
Come through and get you a plate.

I’m excited about enjoying the weekends like we used ta’…
Recent news says we can strengthen our socializing with a booster.

The CDC is a rooster.

Me? I’m a listening and proactive lady.
I’m Qui
Pitching an old gateway to celebrate: “It’s Friday Baby!!!”

I say-I say that is all of the #Word that you need —
to go out and have a little fun in deed.