November 8, 2006
‘Twas brilling, in the sized room, Pants and shirts a hanging, All colors were the shoes. And the metal hangers snagging. "Beware the Hair Clip my son! The fangs that bite, the jaws that snatch! Beware the feather scarves, And squirm from the pink ballet flats!" He took his mighty purse in hand: And pulled with the zipper ’till it popped So he rested by the earring tree, And sewed awhile, then stopped. And in clashing needles he sewed, The Hair Clip, with fangs of venom, Came rushing through the thick wood, Wearing destroyed denim! One two! One two! Smack, smack! The oversized bag went pow-whack! He left it dead, then gave it bed-head, So he went trotting back. "Hast thou pierced the Hair Clip’s heart? Come to my manicured nails my lovely boy! Oh great day, good shoes, Hooray!" He danced in his happiness. ‘Twas brilling in the sized room, Pants and shirts a hanging, All colors were the shoes, And the metal hangers snagging.