All that are pants do not glitter,
Not all those who buy pants are lost;
The pants that are strong do not wrinkle,
Deep pants are bought with a cost.
From the ashes some pants shall be woken,
Trousers from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be hems that were broken:
The pantless again shall be king.
Heehee...this is great...I believe I visited the original site, though I've tried going on again and I think it's down now. Fun...
Hey, lookit that, a fellow Monty Python fan! (waves)
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