They rattled its cage,
and poked it was sticks and said,
‘wake up, and start the day,’
Tuesday glared at them,
and turned over defiant,
but soon dawn woke it.
It wasn’t easy,
the autumn skies never lie,
it’s getting colder.
The clouds gathered round,
and made promises of rain,
that finally did come.
Tuesday went to bed,
and closed its eyes so weary,
to sleep for six days.
The rain pools did come,
and the car wheels splashed through them,
wetting the pavements.
