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Little Tommy's Monday Morning
from Boys And Girls Bookshelf
- THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
(In a meter neither new nor difficult)
BY TUDOR JENKS
All was well on Sunday morning,
All was quiet Sunday evening;
But, behold, quite early Monday
Came a queer, surprising Weakness--
Weakness seizing little Tommy!
It came shortly after breakfast--
Breakfast with wheat-cakes and honey
Eagerly devoured by Tommy,
Who till then was well as could be.
Then, without a moment's warning,
Like a sneeze, that awful Aw-choo!
Came this Weakness on poor Tommy.
"Mother, dear," he whined, "dear mother,
I am feeling rather strangely--
Don't know what's the matter with me--
My right leg is out of kilter,
While my ear--my left ear--itches.
Don't you know that queerish feeling?"
"Not exactly," said his mother.
"Does your head ache, Tommy dearest?"
Little Thomas, always truthful,
Would not say his head was aching,
For, you know, it really wasn't.
"No, it doesn't ache," he answered
(Thinking of that noble story
Of the Cherry-tree and Hatchet);
"But I'm tired, and I'm sleepy,
And my shoulder's rather achy.
Don't you think perhaps I'd better
Stay at home with you, dear mother?"
Thoughtfully his mother questioned,
"How about your school, dear Tommy?
Do you wish to miss your lessons?"
"Well, you know," was Tommy's answer,
"Saturday we played at football;
I was tired in the evening,
So I didn't learn my lessons--
Left them all for Monday morning,
Monday morning bright and early--"
"And this morning you slept over?"
So his mother interrupted.
"Yes, mama," admitted Tommy.
"So I have not learned my lessons:
And I'd better wait till Tuesday.
Tuesday I can start in earnest--
Tuesday when I'm feeling brighter!"
Smilingly his mother eyed him,
Then she said, "Go ask your father--
You will find him in his study,
Adding up the week's expenses.
See what father says about it."
Toward the door went Tommy slowly,
Seized the knob as if to turn it.
Did not turn it; but, returning,
Back he came unto his mother.
"Mother," said he, very slowly,
"Mother, I don't feel so badly;
Maybe I'll get through my lessons.
Anyway, I think I'll risk it.
Have you seen my books, dear mother--
My Geography and Speller,
History and Definitions,--
Since I brought them home on Friday?"
No. His mother had not seen them.
Then began a search by Tommy.
Long he searched, almost despairing,
While the clock was striking loudly.
And at length when Tommy found them--
Found his books beneath the sofa--
He'd forgotten all his Weakness,
Pains and aches were quite forgotten.
At full speed he hastened schoolward.
But in vain, for he was tardy,
All because of that strange Weakness
He had felt on Monday morning.
Would you know the name that's given,
How they call that curious feeling?
'Tis the dreaded "Idon'twantto"--
Never fatal, but quite common
To the tribe of Very-lazy.
Would you know the charm that cures it--
Cures the Weakness "Idon'twantto"?
It is known as "Butyou'vegotto,"
And no boy should be without it.
Now you know the curious legend
Of the paleface little Tommy,
Of his Weakness and its curing
By the great charm "Butyou'vegotto."
Think of it on Monday mornings--
It will save you lots of trouble.
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