Ode to a 3-Day Weekend

[In which I endeavor to write the most terrible poem ever]

Oh, you of the 3 days,
With your 3-day loveliness,
You are like a crime that pays,
With an extra day of worklessness,

Though I might prefer,
Your days to number 4,
Such thoughts do not deter,
From me loving you more,

Than any weekend whose days end at 2.
Woo-hoo!