Home » Famous Poems » Mother Goose » Saturday, Sunday

Saturday, Sunday

Saturday, Sunday by Mother Goose

On Saturday night
    Shall be all my care
To powder my locks
    And curl my hair.

On Sunday morning
    My love will come in.
When he will marry me
    With a gold ring.

Form: Nursery Rhyme

♡Like0

Comments

Comments About This Poem

Share your interpretation, favorite passage, or thoughts about this famous poem. Please provide an in-depth and meaningful comment.

What do you think the poet was trying to say?
Which line had the biggest impact on you?
How does this poem relate to modern life?
What literary devices did you notice?

No comments have been posted yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Get a Premium Membership

Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.

Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace