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Bartholomew Vance
Went to a dance
Wance.

Bartholomew Vance
Started to dance
With an elegant stance,
As straight as a lance,
Like one in a trance.

With a picturesque prance
Like a freaky from France
Or a pirate from Penzance
He dashed through the dance.

He thought that perchance
His style would enhance
A very good chance
For a partner to dance.

But his exuberance
In pursuit of romance
Didn't entrance
The crowd at the dance.

The girls looked askance.
He hadn't a chance.

So Bartholomew Vance
Went to a dance
Just wance.

Sive Haughey

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