: GODDAMMIT, where's MY poem??! : I'm going to get all depressed and gloomy here in a second if I don't : get a poem PRONTO! ;p
Little did DC expect that I am *always* ready with bad poetry, and thus, the following was born:
Ode to Darkcell --------------- He looked for poems here and there, He looked for poems everywhere, But all that Vlad could think about, Was poems based on underwear. Now BVD's can be *so* tight, They come in simple colors- white, They fit so snug, I do declare, I still won't wear them to bed tonight. Fruit-of-the Loom has funny guys, Who dance around and show their thighs, In underwear so bright and clean, And outfits shaped like fruit for pies. Now Calvin Klein is a silly man, Who must have had a brilliant plan, He'll charge us all exhorbant prices, To wear something like the other brands. So, Darkcell, don't you be too sad, In fact I think you should be glad, That poetry addressed to you, Could end up being as bad as Vlad's.