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.