I wrote this on Presidents' Holiday many years ago and hence the allusion to "holidays for men." Besides, it rhymes, which is a necessary part of my bad poetry.
Since the fundies argue that the term "men" covers all of us quite adequately, this bad pome applies to the current holiday, too.
All these holidays for men --
We eat and eat and shop
Not thinking of the days when
we work and never stop
To buy ourselves the needed rest
To eat and eat and shop.