Thursday's Child (Poetry)

“Thursday’s child has far to go...” —
A gloomy, enigmatic fiction —
and one in seven children know
they’re lumbered with this odd prediction.
Yet who can offer one sound clue
why such a saying should be true?

Could being born on Thursday mean
a restless spirit, seldom still —
is there a footloose Thursday gene
predestined for the trudge uphill?
Maybe the fourth day chromosome
incorporates the urge to roam...

Are Thursday’s kids all doomed to trek
life’s weary byways, league on league —
or wander every long-haul deck
enduring jet-lag’s dull fatigue
and never reach their journey’s end
because it’s round the next blind bend?

Of all the days forecast in rhyme
Wednesday’s reads most like a curse —
a literally woeful time
according to the hackneyed verse,
while Thursday’s crew could have a slog —
best hedge their bets and learn to jog.