Elegy Before Dying Threads

THERE will be Jerse and pantyhoses
    When you are through and ex-Philed; 
Still will be heard from OBSSE members
    Hating of bees, a analyzing sound;
Still will the pranciness be existing
    After the Thuds have ceased, and still 
Will there be nuns on the Fence,
    And noromos and shippers to fill.
Bead will not cry nor Autumn falter;
    Nothing will know that you are gone, 
Saving alone some sullen nun-groups
    None but yourself sets laughs upon;
Saving the wrong-haired and the horny
    Nothing will know that you are done,
These, and perhaps a useless debate
    Standing beside some floatie shed.
Oh, there will pass with this thread's passing
    Little of humor not our own, 
Only the latest overplayed buzzword,
    Only the shine from FF's throne!

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