Carolyn Wells

(1869-1942 / the United States)

A Penitential Week - Poem by Carolyn Wells

The week had gloomily begun
For Willie Weeks, a poor man's

He was beset with bill and dun,
And he had very little

'This cash,' said he, 'won't pay my dues,
I've nothing here but ones and

A bright thought struck him, and he said:
'The rich Miss Goldrocks I will

But when he paid his court to her,
She lisped, but firmly said: 'No,

'Alas,' said he, 'then I must die!
Although hereafter I may

They found his gloves, and coat, and hat;
The Coroner upon them

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 13, 2010

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