Tuesday's Child - Poem by George Hunter
It's Tuesday. it's Tuesday,
By Gosh, by Gee, it's Tuesday.
Will this be my Goodnewsday
Or just another Bluesday?
What do the stars say?
Could this be my lucky day?
Or just another usual one
A regular day without much fun?
Just loafing here beneath the sun
Or maybe walking in the rain
Trying to relieve my pain
And fend off going more insane
‘Cause Wednesday's child is full of woe
I wish that fact just wasn't so.
I shan't believe that old wives' tale
To do so means that I will fail
To make it to another morn
A Thursday that I must aborn.
‘Cause that day's child has far to go
And could be my last picture show.
Friday will pass and the rest of the week
Those are not the days I seek
I must mush on, pick up the pace
And again reach Tuesday and be full of grace..
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving.
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day,
Is bonny and blithe and good in every way
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