Those days they might have been
Pain in the butt
But now they are no more.
Nevertheless they were
Gentlemen while they lasted.
They are still gentlemen
In our vivid memories minus
The pain in the butt.
We now prefer to forget
Their paininthebuttness
Now that they are no more
And were gentlemen
While they lasted.
Their nomoreness has made it
Difficult to hold the past
Paininthebuttness against them.
Because when they lay stretched
In the white cloth under the sky
Their gaze told our future story.
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