Monday a mourning day
Oh greatness, the king of days
You look so tired and stressed
Are there no maids in the race?
You acquired so much torture in quest
They violated you for your good ways
Great man full of honour, and no stress
You began encountering their riotic pace
Who killed the your power to test
You had believed in acquiring grace
Now that revolts are worth the rest
WHAT attempt have you told the face?
Oh great upstream python, you suggest
That great minds should face the race
For winning is the very best.
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