Ode To Darkcell

I little while back, Darkcell showed his dismay at not getting the attention he deserved by uttering the following:


:    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
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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.