They danced the Light Fantastick, they: hoi polloi and the stars.
You and I danced the Green Chihuahua way employing bumper cars.
This made sense in several senses a smidgen of which were sane.
We were intensely mending fences when the pigeon witch exclaimed
That the dragons were arriving with their tempers set on Burn.
We dosado’d and halfway through while we were back to back
The loup garou came bulling through and blew the dragons stack
To whence they came if that’s a word. It’s not heard often since
The pigeon witch proscribed odd words. The texts grew awfully dense
But we escaped by dancing on and then by dancing off
To great applause from one small dog and cries of Mazel Tov.