Punday's Girl Children (Not to be Confused with Your Kids of Whatever Gender)

This one-month array of female rugrats et. al. can be read as two amplified fortnights, four eight-day weeks or an octave of hemiweeks. You decide!

Monday's child.* Her face looks great.
Of Tuesday's child be grace the fate...?**
         * She's "fair of face" in the famous 
fortune-telling nursery rhyme. 
         ** The rhyme's lyric insists she's 
full of it.
Wednesday's child needs armor plate.* 
For Thursday's child, larks lurk in wait.** 
        * She is, after all, (or so states the 
rhyme) "full of woe."
        ** Not unlike Pip in "Great 
Expectations," this child has "far to go."

Friday's child does love create.
Saturday's child lifts loads o' weight.*
        * Saturdays' child -- again according 
to the rhyme -- must work for a living.
Sunday's child. (The ideal mate!)
"Monday, Monday..."* Trust...? Or hate...?
        * Mamas and the Papas apparently 
"...can't trust that day."

Tuesday Weld...?* She's Dobie's date.
Wednesday's kid: no sister Kate. 
        * Not to be confused with Ruby Tuesday, 
that Tuesday** being Mick's date.
        ** "That Tuesday" isn't Fat Tuesday. 
Neither Weld nor Ruby are in the least obese.   
Thursday* tells of Syme's debate.
Friday...?** Crusoe's third estate. 
          * That's The Man Who Was Thursday 
not Thursday Next, Jasper Fford's creation.
          ** Not to be confused with His Girl 
Friday, the film featuring Rosalind Russell.

On Saturday she parties late.
At Sunday's,* ushers pass the plate.
         * I.e., at the sermons of evangelist 
Billy Sunday.
Monday's Montag's rough translate-...
...shun Daytona's figure eight.

Ain't Sheffield Wednesday's football great!
Floyd Thursby...? He be Sam Spade's bait.*
         * In The Maltese Falcon
Her fried eggs perch upon her plate.
Still, sadder days may yet await!

Sun 'n' haze (no fog to date).
Mounties always get their...mate...?
Two stays snapp'd: who's overweight...?
When's Tey's* Miss Pym to meet her "fete"...?
         * Mystery writer Josephine Tey's 
character may or may not have earned 
a celebration.

Thirsty...? Sure. (Tey'll take hers straight.)
Fright...? Tey…? Scared she is -- first date.
She'd sat a day...or six...or eight...
 ...and, someday, verbs she'll conjugate. 

Monde de lui: c'est tres "oh fait." 
Tooth decay's laid waste her gait.
Then, any Wednesday,* license plates...
...return her to the starting gate.**
         * Not to be confused with Any 
Wednesday, a film featuring a Fonda girl.
         ** Doing metal-shop piece work in an 
Illinois prison facility leaves anybody so 
occupied with hours aplenty in which to 
count the days.