Buttish
Oh, heavenly shit
I'm now in pain
In two I am split
The butt is to blame
For gross ailment
She always derails
My crysailized plans
I wish me to run
To library's dust
And thanks to my bum
In chair I am thrust
I'd like to do sports
To bloom and to sweat
But arse blocks the door
And pulls me to bed
I guess I can work
Twice hardrer at least
But fanny ignores
My drastical fits
Alas, I am ruled
By slack hemispheres
A Buttman I look
No face - only rear
Oh, my, skip my words
You'd better explain
How one can export
The butt to its place
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