A Penitential Week

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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  

© Carolyn Wells