Sunday’s girl is prim and proper
Her hands folded neatly on her lap
Upright
Uptight
A tiny slip will cause a flap
Monday’s girl is dreary and drab
With eyes as cold as a machine
Uncaring
Despairing
Simply put, just plain mean
Tuesday’s girl is so quiet and meek
She can pass without a trace
Timid
Submissive
She’ll always be in her place
Wednesday’s girl, capricious and fickle
Her mood can change on a whim
Erratic
Sporadic
Sometimes bright, sometimes dim
Thursday’s girl is high and mighty
Demands are made that must be met
Domineering
Interfering
What she wants is what she’ll get
Saturday’s girl is loud and brash
With a drunkard’s stumbling gait
Boorish
Whorish
Was she even worth the wait?
But Friday’s girl is like a ghost
A shadow in the wall
Ethereal
Mercurial
The most intriguing of them all
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