| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919. |
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| Carolyn Wells. 1869– |
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| 48. A Penitential Week |
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| THE week had gloomily begun | |
| For Willie Weeks, a poor man's | |
| SUN. | |
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| He was beset with bill and dun, | |
| And he had very little | 5 |
| MON. | |
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| "This cash," said he, "won't pay my dues, | |
| I've nothing here but ones and | |
| TUES." | |
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| A bright thought struck him, and he said: | 10 |
| "The rich Miss Goldrocks I will | |
| WED." | |
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| But when he paid his court to her, | |
| She lisped, but firmly said: "No, | |
| THUR." | 15 |
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| "Alas," said he, "then I must die! | |
| Although hereafter I may | |
| FRI." | |
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| They found his gloves, and coat, and hat; | |
| The Coroner upon them | 20 |
| SAT. | |
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