Rallentanda, I see wrote her own little ditty, which, thanks to the machinations of Blogland, has only just come to my attention. Therefore, I reproduce it here for the delectation of all, together with my reply. I have a feeling that more of you may be tempted to add a few of your own verses, judging on what happened last time I gave you all a chance wax lyrical.
Rallentanda says -
The child that's born on the seventh day
is much worse than the others at play;
she mucks up the hop scotch, doesn't catch balls,
eats all the cup cakes from the school fete stall.
She pulls the cat's tail and sneaks her dad's ale
and then blames her brother or somebody t'other.
On the contrary, says Jinksy -
The child who is born on the seventh day
likes dancing and singing on her merry way,
spreading some sunshine is always her aim
plus helping all others to share in the same.
Life is surely too short to be lonely or sad -
and so Sunday maidens can't be all that bad!
Come on people - join in the fun! If you email me with some of your own creations, I'll go into my blog, and add them here so's everyone can see! Let's get this party started. You can pick on any of the weekdays, positive or negative as you choose. Get creative?
Here's Technobabe now-
The child born a on a Saturday
is born to win and lead the way,
her body and soul ever prancing.
She uses words to join the dancing
and spread the word along the way.
Hooray! Rejoice! Dear Saturday!
Here's Ronda Laveen
I grabbed Monday,
Jumping to the
Head of the line.
Now all the rest
Of you can
Just fall in behind.
Here's Vagabonde
L’enfant née un mardi
est intelligente – pardi!
Elle mange des crèpes pour Mardi-gras
Et fais des exercices à tout de bras.
C’est vraiment une petite moqueuse
Mais elle parle peu – j’en suis heureuse!
And Bernie
I arrived on Tuesday morn
as cute as I could be.
My mother, who was not impressed,
said..."She don't belong to me!"
So I smiled at my Daddy
who held me close with care.
"Oh, yes, she is most surely ours.
Like me she has no hair!"
And Titanium's Domenica
A child born on the seventh day
Is vibrantly alive in repose;
She dances on thinner air, at play
And sees words as colors she knows.
She braids ropes from black sand shores
And waters Silver Sword at crater’s edge-
The world is hers, for where she explores
Sunday tips her hand, painting knowledge
Here's Enchanted Oak
Friday’s child is loving and giving
She finds delight in the act of living
Human beings make her smile
All God’s children are worthwhile
Their laughter is her source of joy
But she’s truly glad she’s not a boy!
I seem to be having problems with posting your verses on this actual Blogpage, so anyone joining in after GMT 3.30pm Monday, please simply write your versions in as a comment, as I'm going gaga editing!
Ladies, ladies! This is the sort of disagreement that can lead to war, with both sides carrying banners saying "God On Our Side" and "She Started It!"
ReplyDeletePax Brittanica? Pax Australia?
oh I do like this kind of poetic dialogue, i think this kind of 'disagreement' is fun and stimulates creativity. I like your previous post too!
ReplyDeleteLike the DoctorFTSE says...don't let this get out of hand...you two poetic geniuses!
ReplyDeletei say let 'em rip!! if we get this quality of writing firing back and forth then we're the winners!!! ha!!! very funny poem battle ladies. steven
ReplyDeleteThe child born on a Saturday
ReplyDeleteIs born to win and lead the way
Her body and soul ever prancing
She uses words to join the dancing
And spread the word along her way
Hooray! Rejoice! Dear Saturday!
Steven - I detect a warlike streak, ready to do combat with Doctor FTSE, the pacifist! LOL
ReplyDeleteJinksy, I love this challenge and your witty little verse! I have no such talent but I have a seat in the audience and am enjoying the show!
ReplyDeletedefinitely not a good idea, as the good doctor says. In the spirit of good neighbourship, desist, dear ladies, dear ladies, desist!
ReplyDeleteAnd join in song and doggerel and gaily ring the poet's bell!
FRIKO - No fisticuffs were used in the production of the verses, and full friendship fun is the order of the day!
ReplyDeleteI shall now take my aching back and my streaming cold back into the sitting room along with a pad and pen and compose a suitable ditty. Watch this space!
ReplyDeleteI grabbed Monday,
ReplyDeleteJumping to the
Head of the line.
Now all the rest
Of you can
Just fall in behind.
Now that I found I was born on a Tuesday – here we go (but I can’t do that in English, sorry)
ReplyDeleteL’enfant née un mardi
est intelligente – pardi!
Elle mange des crèpes pour Mardi-gras
Et fais des exercices à tout de bras.
C’est vraiment une petite moqueuse
Mais elle parle peu – j’en suis heureuse!
I arrived on Tuesday morn
ReplyDeleteAs cute as I could be
My mother who was not impressed
Said...she don't belong to me
So I smiled at my Daddy
Who held me close with care
Oh yes she is ours....like me
She has no hair.
...........:-) Hugs
Domenica
ReplyDeleteA child born on the seventh day
Is vibrantly alive in repose;
She dances on thinner air, at play
And sees words as colors she knows.
She braids ropes from black sand shores
And waters Silver Sword at crater’s edge-
The world is hers, for where she explores
Sunday tips her hand, painting knowledge.
woW! the Poets are rampart these days. But I like the dueling poetesses--new word?
ReplyDeleteLovely blog, my friend is like you, she loves express herself with words. I like to express myself with images, hence my blog is filled with photos and the words are awkward.
ReplyDeleteFriday’s child is loving and giving
ReplyDeleteShe finds delight in the act of living
Human beings make her smile
All God’s children are worthwhile
Their laughter is her source of joy
But she’s truly glad she’s not a boy!
Looks like I am late...but I love reading everyone's comments...great piece Jinksy!
ReplyDeleteMonday’s child is fair of face? Hah.
ReplyDeleteMore out of sorts and out of place.
Mom was gone, two steps would follow.
Home not home, but cold and hollow.
To Monday’s child, Dad oft would say,
“Hey, little girl, how much should I pay?”
(He isn’t himself; he’s just a souse...)
“What do you charge to haunt a house?”
My no.1 son has just emailed me this, but has missed the boat for adding on the page above, so I put it here on his behalf!
ReplyDeleteThe sibling who is born upon day one
lives a life full of laughter, of love and fun.
Finds giving a pleasure and never a chore
Accepting the needy with a wide open door.
Sound too far fetched or to good to be true?
Well just wait til you hear about the one on day two!
he was hoping to do a verse for each of the seven, but work got in the way. However, I shall be leaving this post up, so more may follow
My Birth Certificate says only "Oh Gawd! Not another one, Mrs. C-W!"
ReplyDeleteSo I've rewritten the original in honour of all my likely birth days:-
Momday's child will wet the bed
And wear its potty on its head.
Tuesday's child is full of beans.
The wind will last all through its teens.
Wednesday's child - to put it simply
will have a rash and be born all pimply.
Friday's child - a real dumb freak
Won't learn where days fall in the week.
Thursday's child . . if it's a twin
Will stuff its sibling in the bin.
Lord help those born on Saturday!
That's when the midwives go away.
But Sunday's child . a right wee minx
Won't be a bit like YOU, dear Jinks.
I think that we have two very creative people here and it is fun to watch the banter back and forth about it all. It seems to be done in fun and I rather like it. *s* By the way, I am Wednesday child and I never had a rash and my skin was always nice and clear. *s*
ReplyDeleteAs Thursday's child, I've far to go
ReplyDeleteThrough the rain and wind and snow
Over the hills and round the bend
But still, I'll get there in the end
Arriving breathless, in a state
Saying: Here I am! What? Am I late?
Broken biro - Round the bend? That must be where we've met my friend! LOL!
ReplyDeleteAnd Doctor FTSE - if you are greedy enough to grab every day for your own personal use - what will that leave for everybody else? hehehe
And No. 1 Son - I'm still waiting patiently for another verse! x
Please note - those who have entrusted me with their proper email addresses, get personal quips by return of post usually. I'm not really ignoring any of my commenters...
ReplyDeleteI was going to put this on my blog but I decided it was TOO silly!!
ReplyDeleteA child that's born at dead of night
Gives everyone an awful fright!
A child that's born at early dawn
Announces loudly that she's born.
A child that's born at the breakfast table
Looks a little bit like Clark Gable.
A child that's born at the coffee break
Straight away demands a steak!
A child that's born when Mum's eating dinner
Makes her grow noticeably thinner!
A child that arrives with afternoon tea
Buzzes around like a bumble bee.
A child that's born as the sun goes down
Arrives quite ready to paint the town.
But a child that's born in a hospital bed
Is very sensible. 'Nuff said!
the child born on a monday
ReplyDeleteloves to work all the way
playing turns the day gray
the toys she throws away
so her mother who's pretty and gay
will treat her to dinner in may
:)
Oh, such fun, Jinks! As always, your poetry is fantastic...and now you are leading a poet's society!!! Love it!
ReplyDeleteBut I am afraid I have no tyme
And so I cannot stop to rhyme...
Love you! Janine
Zipedee doo da
ReplyDeleteZipedee day
Jinks-y Gaga was born on a Sun-day
Zipedee doo daa
Zipedee day
La-a-dy Gaga
edits in vain
Venerdì
ReplyDeleteA child born on the fifth day, Friday
said to be loving and giving
not causing undue pain,
for she knows very well
the pain
of intimate betrayal.
Gaga is a happy spot
ReplyDeletefor troubles bother not a jot.
Here, life wanders at its leisure,
and delivers untold treasure
from those friends who come to call,
so I thank you one and all!
How amazingly coincidental! While I was home, sick and in bed, and writing something to post today, I used the "Monday's Child" poem. I posted it today, then I come here and see you (and others) have been going on about it for a few days now. I think we have a psychic bond, Jinksy (which doesn't worry ME too much, but it should probably frighten the bejeebers out of you.)
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