Gumby and I have a few things in common. His nemeses are the Blockheads. They are a pair of humanoid, red-colored figures with block-shaped heads, who cause loads of trouble at all times.
My archrivals are blockheads, I’ll tell you. A bunch are colored Red.
Old Gumby has a horse named Pokey. I once knew a horse named Pokey.
But there is more. Gumby and I were born on the same “day”…..
You see…. something made me think of that old children’s poem we used to say while we were growing up. I think it is called “Monday’s Child”. It names the seven days of the week and says some sort of “quippy” postulation about a child born on each of those days.
It is sort of a fortune telling thing. It is supposed to tell a kid’s character or future based on the day they were born. It is also meant to help little brains remember the days of the week.
I thought it was pretty cool really. As the universe would have it…. I was born into a family of seven children. I am the youngest, and fairest, of them all…. Well. Okay. Just the youngest.
Anyway, I imagined that each of the seven kids in our pack, were born on each of the seven different days. But this is not to be.
Here’s the count. There are 3 Wednesdays, 2 Thursdays, 1 Friday, and a Sunday.
And the poem goes like this:
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Now, when I think about my siblings… I would have pitched us in different holes than we are in.
The 2 that are born on Thursday…. really do have far to go. I’ll leave it there.
The Friday.. well… she is very loving and giving. Good fit.
The Sunday. One thing’s for sure, she is good and gay.
And the Wednesdays. That’s me. I am a Wednesday. Yep. Me and my two brothers. Appears we are full of woe.
It doesn’t fit my brothers. Not at all. But me… I can be full of woe at times. Especially, the part of me that is Klutzy as all get out. I’m constantly saying “WHOA. Look out!” Or “Whoa. Who put that wall there?” Or just “Whhhhooooooaaaaaaaa.”
Of course.. when someone fills my coffee cup, and when I ride a horse.. I am really full of whoa.
Speaking of horses, Pokey was born on a Wednesday too. And of course… Gumby. So here we are back at the ranch. Between Gumby, Pokey, and my brothers, I guess I am in good company. Woe are us.
But don’t feel bad about this in any way. Be Happy. Remember what the great Elmer Fudd once said…
“Woe, Woe, Woe your boat. Gentwy up da stweam. Merwwilwy, Merwwilwy Merwwilwy, life is but a dweam.”
Yes. Life is but a dream….. Indeed.