One Week

From “Idle Idyls”

THE YEAR had gloomily begun

For Willie Weeks, a poor man’s

SUN.

He was beset with bill and dun,

And he had very little

MON.

“This cash,” said he, “won’t pay my dues;

I’ve nothing here but ones and

TUES.”

A bright thought struck him, and he said,

“The rich Miss Goldrocks I will

WED.”

But when he paid his court to her,

She lisped, but firmly said, “No,

THUR!”

“Alas!” said he, “then I must die!”

His soul went where they say souls

FRI.

They found his gloves, and coat, and hat,

The Coroner upon them

SAT.