"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...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST |