Imagine you are the chief babu of moustache thievery . Write a short poem of 6 8 lines describing the days event and your feelings towards your colleagues
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Where is my moustache? where is it gone?
There is a conspiracy, don't take me as a Pawn.
My moustache is as thick as a forest
The only thing I am proud of, the rarest
The monkeys my office I careless enough
To let the thief run away with my moustache.
Furious I am hugely annoyed
Waiting for the thief to return my moostache, untouched.
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