Healy's Journal

And now I would like to tell you all my little poem. It's a very special poem, made from the rich, chewy, nougatty center of my heart. The first two lines came to me as if from a vision, and I improvised the rest from there. I hope you all enjoy it.


Monday's troubles have already begun
Tuesday's child's no rock-and-roll fun
Wednesday's child takes the cake
Thursday's child's a major flake
Friday's child is cool, but rude
Saturday is a party dude!
And folks who are born on the Sabbath Day
Get free drinks with purchase of fish filet.

(Cross-posted on my AO3 account.)