The monsters dance in a circle,
Holding hands, they go around,
Cellulite jiggling beneath their
Clothes, they shake the ground,
The monsters, lost in their joy,
Waddle and stomp to the sound
Of music meant for gentler souls,
All that meaning nothing to
The weirdly bouncing trolls,
The monsters in a happy trance,
Celebrate, with obese abandon,
An unsightly winter's dance...
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