Monday’s child will slap your face,
Tuesday’s child is a disgrace,
Wednesday’s child stamps on your toe,
Thursday’s child just won’t go,
Friday’s child is most unforgiving,
Saturday’s child won’t work for a living,
And as for the child that’s born on a Sunday –
– they’ll tell you lies and steal your pay.
Recently, my eldest became obsessed about which day of the week he was born on and how many times his birthday had fallen on that same day throughout his short life. That episode, brought the Mondays Child nursery-rhyme to mind. I was then inspired to write this parody, after suffering brattish temper-tantrum outbursts, from one then the other of my two lovely children. At the time it seemed far more accurate than the saccharine-sweet nonsense of the original. And I say that even though I was born on a Sunday. Which coming to think of it proves what a crock it is – I’m not gay for starters! or wise, but I did have fair hair – before it all fell out.
By the way, I love my kids really (I had to put that in – you never know one of them might read this blog one day).
Just in case your not familiar with the original, here it is:
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 must work for a living,
But the child that’s born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.