"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...AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH THE OTHER WORLD by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE BE DRUNK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE LAST MAN: KISSES by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 18 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |