Day of mourning

its a day of doughtful'ness Mrs.doughtfire is
here to baby sit,
raining won't stop and the lightning keeps striking,
I have no otherway for fun no friends not
board inside waiting for the rain to stop pouring,
Mourn,Mourn,Mourn and mor Mourning,
complian about everything even when it's done right,
tried it myself like a heavy weight fight,
why oh why am I under misrible'ness,
a rat in a maze a cat with a hiss,
I am more than proud I am yet glad,
it was a day of mourning i had,

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