I wrote a poem about it just now. This goes out especially to Rip Rokken:
Sebastian Bach was a rockin',
then onto the stage came Dokken.
Some of the crowd started mockin',
so into their mouths we stuffed a stockin'.
When Dokken was done we were talkin',
when to the stage some fine bitches started flockin'.
It seems it was Bret Michaels they were stalkin,'
because in his direction they were briskly walkin'.
What we were about to see was rather shockin',
when two girls in front of us started lip lockin'!
