Console poor Monday Noone -- so-o-o-o overweight.
Meet Tuesday Brighton-Hurley, fashion plate.
Shun Wednesday Weecke: her lovers she devours,
as does seductress Thursday Haft ter Howers.
Say "hey!" to woman’s libber Friday Knight
and Saturday Moore-Ning, hermaphrodite.
Each gal you greet’s a friend of Friday Spast.
including Sunday Brunche. ‘Tis quite the cast!
(Other friends of Ms. Spast. Their verses are in progress)
Monday Blaahz
Tuesday “Eve” Ning
Wednesday Sawph
Thursday Dawne
Friday Phorte-Knight
Saturday Haft-Daye
Sunday Sirvisses
Monday Sleplayte
Tuesday
"Happy" Hauer
Wednesday
Sayle-Zeevent
Thursday
Sklosed
Friday
Prerz
Saturday
Danse
Sunday
Skule
Uly Poe pens dogg'rel verse. "'Tis fun," hums Uly, "I disburse." The gamut runs from bad to worse. The matter treated...? Quite diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a blessing largely. (Not a curse.)
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