Another lame poem--Dance craze
AN: Are you sure you want to be reading this?
Folken marhed onto that dazzling stage,
Wearing a cape that was all the rage.
Suddenly, he began to dance!
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,
AN: Oh my word, that was warped.
Dedicated to Destiny Foretold. Her psycobabble is contagious.