By virtue of

a tired Olaf,

the dance stopped

and they all stormed home

He’s a voyeur

So not wanting to stare

Used a peephole to make sure they’d gone

He went to his lab

And partied like mad

To 50’s gueets that sound all untamed

Olaf was big

And he took giant swigs

Of tea,

his hall all up in flames

Ol said,

“Who cares ‘bout the guests!

Bottles smashed on their heads!

I can see that they all get the plague.

If I’m upset, I’ll cry,

If I’m dying I’ll die,

But I want to be alone,

Some people want to be alone.”

Stop and…