Saturday, April 20, 2013
“Mauve Epaulettes?”–-his quizzical tailor
“They could be a problem. I'll dye yellow ones.
Motley tunic? I'll make it resemble camouflage.
So you'll be Military Camp all right!”
Mickey at Flying Feet still working on getting
Yellow Air Jordans.
He thought a real sword, but rejected it
for a huge one he'd fashion from cardboard
and tinfoil.
Brick had left him. Again. So, Very Young Person
would escort him. Oh the scandal!...as if anyone cared.
Last would be appearance before Jillene,
Office Manager and, evolvingly, Life Coach.
Two years ago she announced at his costume:
"I'm not feeling it! Not! Like, triple!" They fought,
oh did they! But upshot: changed everything.
Everything! Up all night.
Proved a triumph. So, Cup was his at last.
She now spent a good amount of time polishing it,
touches from Allied Cleaning Service forbidden.
There was she loving. In all else, ice.
Soon, he'd face her once again. Oh well,
faint heart ne’er won fair...much of anything.
“They could be a problem. I'll dye yellow ones.
Motley tunic? I'll make it resemble camouflage.
So you'll be Military Camp all right!”
Mickey at Flying Feet still working on getting
Yellow Air Jordans.
He thought a real sword, but rejected it
for a huge one he'd fashion from cardboard
and tinfoil.
Brick had left him. Again. So, Very Young Person
would escort him. Oh the scandal!...as if anyone cared.
Last would be appearance before Jillene,
Office Manager and, evolvingly, Life Coach.
Two years ago she announced at his costume:
"I'm not feeling it! Not! Like, triple!" They fought,
oh did they! But upshot: changed everything.
Everything! Up all night.
Proved a triumph. So, Cup was his at last.
She now spent a good amount of time polishing it,
touches from Allied Cleaning Service forbidden.
There was she loving. In all else, ice.
Soon, he'd face her once again. Oh well,
faint heart ne’er won fair...much of anything.
Labels: camp, campy, costume ball
