Moar poems.
I see the Dansen plague
Has arisen once more
Turning back the time
For any old and frail bore
For before they are afflicted
They're almost as dead as disco
But post-infection they now dance
To the beat of the dansen flow
So hear this, chaps old and new
You want to danse?
Then this virus is for you.
Danse, danse through the night
Danse until the morn'
They'll make a movie someday
The title: From danse till dawn.
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So after
@darthmorf's period
Of being a fly on the wall
He sits back in his chair
Thinking he has it all
And then he falls of his seat
As he had an idea
The dansen virus in his vault
Which is also near.
So Darth's sly form opens up
His scientific Pandora's Box
And scans the shelves of potions
(One can give you socks)
And finds the vial containing it
Yet another scientific sin
So it's into the syringe
And then through his skin
We knew the plague will be back
But we didn't know when.
And now in his vault
He is dansen again.