"BURY me on a Sunday," He said; "so as to see Poor folk there. 'Tis their one day To spare for following me." And mindful of that Sunday, He wrote, while he was well, On ten rum-bottles one day, "@3Drink for my funeral@1." They buried him on a Sunday, That folk should not be balked His wish, as 'twas their one day: And forty couple walked. They said: "To have it Sunday Was always his concern; His meaning being that one day He'd do us a good turn. "We must, had it been Monday, Have got it over soon, But now we gain, being Sunday, A jolly afternoon." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTRONOMY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE MYSTERIOUS CAT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE [MAY 24, 1883] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE LEAPING POLL by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. PRAIRIE VOICES by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN UNTIL THE DAWN by HENRY CHAPPELL THE HUE AND THE CRY AFTER SIR JOHN PRESBYTER by JOHN CLEVELAND |