The Earthen Loom
A motley fist of Sunday lilies
Knocks the grind from Mother's rounds
Monday's daisies dot the grounds
On a ranch around the fillies
Tuesday poppies give towns the willies
Where the rumour mill and trade abounds
The funny crocus licks their wounds
As Wednesday forces the cast of Achilles
Thursday rises to the sport for hillbillies
Whose crowns of pansies adorn their hounds
Howsoever Friday reverences the mounds
Where tulips swoon at Zephyr's sillies
Saturday reviews the store
With roses from the stand no more
Knocks the grind from Mother's rounds
Monday's daisies dot the grounds
On a ranch around the fillies
Tuesday poppies give towns the willies
Where the rumour mill and trade abounds
The funny crocus licks their wounds
As Wednesday forces the cast of Achilles
Thursday rises to the sport for hillbillies
Whose crowns of pansies adorn their hounds
Howsoever Friday reverences the mounds
Where tulips swoon at Zephyr's sillies
Saturday reviews the store
With roses from the stand no more
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Sonnet about the days of the week
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