The Star-Spangled Costume
a filk song written by two costumers who prefer for the moment to remain anonymouses.
Sung to the tune of The Star-Spangled Banner (or, for those in the know, Anacrĉon in Heaven).
O say can you see, by the follow spotlight,
What so quickly we patched after last night's re-fitting?
Those broad stripes and bright stars on me were a sight
For the judges who watched, so gallantly squinting.
And the backlight's red glare, sequins flashing with flare,
Gave proof through the skit that my chutzpah's still there.
O say does that Star-Spangled Costume yet fit
O'er the pounds that I gained from the cheesecake I ate?
In the hall dimly seen, going to Photo Ops
Where the fans with the cameras are full of supposes -
Who'd imagine that costume and guess where it stops,
As it faithfully shows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam in the computer geek's eye,
In full glory revealed, now he sees a thigh!
'Tis the Star-Spangled Costume and long may it fit
O'er the pounds that I gained from the chocolate I ate.