The Cursed Day
Enquire this day who wil or may
I'll save your question, it is Saturday.
Imagine Friday night in beauties arms
At rest in full possesion of her charms,
Passing in rapture the delicious night
Hearing nor seeing butfrom Cupid's light
But mark the change: the morning scarce appears
You wake to noises and of fears
The clattering pronounce Bailiffs there
Or perhans the devil for she is everywhere.
John, Thormas, Henry, William all at work
The mistress on that day must be grand Turk.