Some gentlemen are so polite,
they take their pants off, don a blush
and raise a short regret at night.
Some gentlemen are so polite.
I understand-cash backs insight-
and pent up feelings will just rush.
Some gentlemen are so polite:
they take their pants off, don a blush.
Glenn Bagshaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/triolet-heard-on-the-corner/
