Another lame poem--Dance craze

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Folken marhed onto that dazzling stage,

Wearing a cape that was all the rage.

Suddenly, he began to dance!

Well...

More like, he began to prance.

He lunged himself into his triple hitch kicks,

And gave his silvery mullet a few flicks.

Van sent him an odd glance,

But he too took up a wild stance,

And began to crazily dance.

How the crowd roared!

They were truly floored.

The audience ooo-ed and aww-ed,

Very enthusiastically they did applaud.

Then, like quick silver, onto the stage Allen ran,

Leading the boys into the can-can.

Man, they were hot,

Considering all their moves were self-taught.

From his seat, Dilandau threw roses,

As the dancers made flirtatious poses.

Even the Dragon Slayers had to admit they were mean,

Lean,

Dancing mashines!

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AN: Oh my word, that was warped.

Dedicated to Destiny Foretold. Her psycobabble is contagious.