Everything happens on a Tuesday

I went to a poetry reading in Halifax yesterday, my first poetry reading for at least five years. Whilst I was there a friend mentioned a weekly poetry gathering that they were restarting on a Tuesday. My problem is I lead a running group for my club Calder Valley Fell Runners on a Tuesday so can't make it, but it seems everything I would like to do is on a Tuesday and that thought inspired me to write this poem

It's always Tuesday when something 
Or other is on. A poetry group or two,
Fell running over the Calderdale hills,
An invitation out for a drink. The 
Other days of the week don't get a 
Look in, Wednesday through to 
Monday, nothing happens, nothing
At all, or if it does, no-one tells me
About it. It's only Tuesdays when the 
World wakes up and comes alive, with
People organising this and that and
Sending out invites all day long to
Events I want to go to but can't
Because there's only one of me to
Go around. I'm going to be cremated
On a Tuesday, so they miss all their
Events and they can know how it
Feels to be pissed off every Tuesday
When they have to miss their events
Just for me.