Poor little Thursday, it sits alone,
Friday and Wednesday it is squashed between;
It talks to no one, but holds to it's own;
Therefore, please do not think it mean!
Poor little Thursday, it sits in the corner;
It tends to look oh! so sad!
But lest you think it is a mourner,
Let me inform you, it isn't that bad.
Copyright- November 2007
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