A poem and a toast to the safe return of Doombot

A poem and a toast to the safe return of Doombot
of whom the board would be worse off without.

It was a night dark and dreary
the rain was falling, dawn was nearing
the parties were ending, the unwashed winding down
for night was almost over, it was time to go home

But for one senior not all was well
the lovely Doombot had been stolen
by none other then the evil purple one
El Diablo Dinosauro Malo

She had been beaten and blackened then demands were sent
they arrived at the unwashed door and caused quite a fit
the swat team was called, while others confered
just what would happen to the senior in the monsters grip

But Doombot escaped, details are still sketchy
did she do it herself, or have help from the unwashed hirearchy?
All that matters to us is she is now back in proper hands
and now that she is safe, the revenge can commence

From all over the world, favorite weapons were grabed
When the purple one was tracked down, we were oh so very glad
for we had all this ammo that was just going to waste
and before to long, all we had left was purple paste.