A Penitential Week

The week had gloomily begun  
For Willie Weeks, a poor man's  
 SUN.  
 
He was beset with bill and dun,  
And he had very little  
 MON.  
 
"This cash," said he, "won't pay my dues,  
I've nothing here but ones and  
 TUES."  
 
A bright thought struck him, and he said:  
"The rich Miss Goldrocks I will  
 WED."  
 
But when he paid his court to her,  
She lisped, but firmly said: "No,  
 THUR."  
 
"Alas," said he, "then I must die!  
Although hereafter I may  
 FRI."  
 
They found his gloves, and coat, and hat;  
The Coroner upon them  
 SAT.