The Night Before Pensic

- ’Twas the night before Pensic, tons of shit still to do,
my garb tote had burst, my armor box too..

- My tunics were set in the living room chair,
while sparkles from sequins danced in the air.

- Now, I, in my boxers wondered in despair,
how all of this crap would make it up there.

- When suddenly, in the house, there arose such a sound
I had to cover my garb to see what was around.

- And Lo, who in front of my eyes could be seen?
.. A short skinny white dude, and OH, what a Queen!

- He wore Elizabethan clothes trimmed all up in fur,
And his hat and gloves were Corinthian Leather, for sure.

- He stood there, leg out, with his hands on his hips,
his face was all pouty and he pouched out his lips.

- He went straight to work with nary a word,
But the sight of this guy was, quite frankly, absurd.

- He wore a great hat, big blue feather and all.
So big, in fact, I thought off his body they’d fall.

- With a twinkle in his eye and a wiggle of his nose,
All the tote pieces shivered, shimmied, then rose.

- All the pieces hovered, twitched, and began to spin,
And I could see that my totes would assemble again.

- And with a clasp of his hand and a thunderous roar,
My beloved totes, whole, fell to the floor.

- I stood there in silence, what could I say..
The Foppish Bitch had saved my day.

- I started to thank him.. he said “don’t make a fuss”,
“besides, that sequin coat... <gasp> Fabulous.”

- With a turn of his head, he then struck a pose,
and out of my house his body arose.

- But before he passed on and out through the roof,
he said, “Don’t put so much stuff in your totes, you bald goof.”

- And with these parting words, he rose out of sight,
“Yago the Fish Slayer says have a great fight.”
 

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