Shorten day

Makes you think its May

One whole hour

Increased with power

What to say

Its bigger than a tower

As beautiful as a flower

ts turned into clay

An image that was created upon thunder

It leaves you in dismay

The moon itself becomes a howler

Even taking a shower

Makes it turn gay

And soon it’ll change its name to Gunther

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