While reading Megan’s blog, I noticed a reference to the ol’ Monday’s Child poem. Remember it?
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 his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Having been born on a Wednesday, this poem always bugged me. FULL OF WOE? Nuts to you, Devonshire residents circa 1838!
Let’s prayerfully consider one of the following substitutions:
Wednesday’s child shall have no foe
Wednesday’s child loves sun and snow
Wednesday’s child’s no average joe
Wednesday’s child won’t stoop that low
Wednesday’s child will learn and grow
Wednesday’s child doesn’t rely on outmoded nursery rhymes to predict her fate, thanks
Have you ever felt ripped off by this poem? Sunday’s child hits the flattery jackpot, of course, but Thursday’s children were saddled with ambiguity. Any clumsy Tuesdays out there?
Here’s the plan:
1) Use Wikipedia to look up your birth year
2) See which weekday was fortunate enough to claim your glorious birth
3) Leave a comment below. Does the poem describe you accurately, or not so much? Care to write a few better lines?
Full of woe, indeed. Hmph!