Meenas PoemsSeven days has a week
they go in a pace quick
starts the Sunday with a relax
comes the Monday with a tax
Tuesday calls for the work more
with Wednesday on for the core
Thursday offers a little of ease
while Friday lands with peace
of course, Saturday is a detach
all days if to pass have to attach.
The week past
seems to be lost
wish it lasts
the weather was pleasant
quite different
the Month of April
is always hot in a tell
the week past
was pleasant
with plenty of sunshine
copious rains
a mild wind bit breezy
all made one crazy
a lovable week
a little of a freak.
The week seems to be long
with nothing to do all along
A visit here and a drop there
makes the week look all bare
The move is slow dead slow
there is no call to follow
yet I carry on with a gleam
a pretension it might seem.
It is so all in the mood
as there is nothing so good
I carry a load in my mind
what to do with it in kind
it is there with me for long k
keeps me in tension all along
Well, this be a lonely song
coming from a person wrong
.
The congregation of God men was on a Thursday.
Talking in length of theology all day
they adjourned to meet on Friday.
Elucidating the scriptures throughout the day
they wanted one more day.
They discussed about faith and belief on Saturday.
Requiring an extension and the next being a Sunday
they relaxed the whole Sunday.
With the refreshing outlook they dealt on Sins on Monday.
since Sins abound and the exchange exceeded the hours so extended another day.
The treasons and punishments was the topic on Tuesday.
But not enough punishment being possible to ascertain for each fault 
that day
they were taken to be summarised to the early hours of Wednesday.
As God men were not sure of the faults and prosecutions themselves
took it to be confidentially accounted on Thursday.
So with all the subjects being analysed and with no possible entreaty
the congregation was wound up and deemed excellent by talking all days.
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