Upside Down and Inside Out


She was born on a Monday
Though she feels like a Saturday.
Mum and Dad couldn’t afford
Champagne to wet her head,
So instead – they made do with a
Solar eclipse.

Mum and dad marketed her.
They gave her a posh name, you know
One of those names that has to be
Announced. That way people will
Really know that she is
Somebody.

At school they branded her stupid;
She became an academic.
They forgot to cast her in the school Nativity;
She became an actor.
Maybe she should’ve been born on a
Tuesday.

She could’ve been born on a Sunday.
But she wasn’t ready to move on so
Monday it was. A pity though,
Sunday people have all the luck.
All she has is a fair face and
Vertigo.

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Reference:
Poetry: Musings on an old childhood Nursery Rhyme: 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 works hard for a living, but the child that is born on the Sabbath Day is bonnie and blithe both good and gay.

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