Author's note:This is a short little poem I thought of at school today.I had to get it out of ny head.Enjoy.Unedited!

There was a house where time was precious.
Father Time's seven little daughters.The Weekdays.
They were quite the lot.There was never a dull moment with these few.
Little Monday,bitter,rude,she always ruined everyone's fun.
She was always first,causing all to groan in agony.
Wherever she went,despair followed.Poor thing.She was but the youngest daughter.She didn't know any better.
There was Tuesday,born soon after Monday,slightly more ladylike and polite.
Yes,she was still rambunctious,but she was wiser then her younger sibling.
She apologized for Monday's messes and rude remarks,and she seemed to get along with people better.
There was Thursday,she was a pleasant young lady indeed.
She did as she was told and she was always focused.
Even if she did want to speak,she was much to busy.
People liked Thursday,but the real reason people hung around her was because she always hang out with her older sister.
Friday.
Oh boy,Friday was quite the social butterfly.
She was the life every party,and everyone who met her loved her almost immediately.
Boys,girls,everyone jumped for joy when Friday came around.
There was then the weekend twins:Miss Saturday and Sister Sunday
You could talk to Saturday.She was always calm and easy going.
You can tell her anything.She was fun to be around.People forgot their worries and pressures around Saturday.
But she did know how to have a good time.She sometimes went to parties with Friday.
And Sister Sunday.The eldest sister.
Around friends she was a good,quiet person.Always gave good advice.
She was also very religious.Read her bible plenty.People knew Sunday best for always attending church.
But at home,she was almost a motherly figure.A strict,yet caring motherly figure.
Always waking up Monday,making sure she wasn't late (Monday always threw fits in the morning).
Telling Tuesday what Monday's schedule was and what she needed to do.
Rewarding Thursday,yet encouraging her to work harder.
Scolding Friday when she got out of hand.Friday always argued and remarked "You can't tell me what to do!"yet always end up losing against the older sibling.
She was close with Saturday,but she would always have to remind her that she forgot to do something.
Indeed,Sunday was very busy.She sometimes did her sisters' work late at night if they forgot.
But wait,didn't I say there was seven sisters?Why yes I did.
How could I forget little Wednesday?
And how sad it was for Wednesday.
As the older sibling of Tuesday yet younger than Thursday,she was caught right in the middle.
The middle of all the quarrels.
The middle of all the panic.
The middle of the madness.
It was enough to drive anyone mad.
But Wednesday?
She sat quietly,reading a book or maybe silently daydreamed.
She didn't care about all of the energetic hectic mumbo jumbo.
In fact,she almost enjoyed it.
She had all the freetime a girl can ask,even if it wasn't exactly silent.
Little Middle Child Wednesday.
No friends,No peers,No one to talk to.She was invisible,not memorable.
The center of madness,but not attention.
Maybe she would want a friend to talk to.
Maybe she's sad and tired of sitting alone.
Even if she sung a beautiful ballad,no one would hear her.
Over Monday and Tuesday's shennigans.Over Thursday's intense scribbles.Over Fridays wildness.Over Saturdays aloof attitude.Over Sunday's warnings.
Maybe if you listen closely
When Tuesday goes to bed
And the sun rises
You can hear Wednesday's
Soft,kind greeting
"Good morning,friend.
Remember me?"