When the movements of thy dance I do meet,
Entranced do my unwave’ring eyes become.
Apart from the subtle bowing of your feet ,
Engages my mind on your decorum.
Though fellow comics create quite a band,
Nary a jester match your brilliant wit.
Presenteth you a performance so grand,
Lest an act of Kenan ruin your skit.
You seek resolve for such a conundrum?
I assure good fortune smiles unto thee.
For have I a remedy to free glum.
Believe this as a possibility.
Sendeth he back to the Burger of Good,
Kel shall be waiting where since he has stood.
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I imagine both Keenan and Kel would like some orange soda right about now.
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