Twas the night before WorldCon

by those darned anony-mouses

Twas the night before WorldCon
And all through the land
Not a costumer was sleeping,
They were sewing by hand.

The stitches were placed
On the costumes with care,
In hopes that the Workmanship
Judge would be fair.

With half-finished costumes
Spread out on the beds,
While visions of trophies
Danced in our heads,

And me with the serger
And you with a grommet
had just hit a snag.
We were ready to vomit.

When out in the hall
There arose such a clatter,
We looked at each other
And yelled ''What's the matter?"

But the noise died away
'Though the footsteps grew nearer.
We couldn't believe
What we saw in the mirror....

And what with our watering eyes
Did we see?
Glitziana!
Patron goddess of Fantasy!

Her image was wonderous.
It was clearly not tame.
She whistled and cheered
and called out by name:

"Go Fiskars! Go Kenmore!
Go Dritz and Husqvarna!
On Singer! On Ott Lite!
On Babylok and Bernina!

"Now fit it on tighly
But don't make it too small!
Now sew away, sew away,
Sew away, all!"

She spoke not again
But poured more caffeine,
Reviving our hopes
That we'd make the scene.

With a twitch of her nose
And a quick little wink,
She helped with revision
Because we couldn't think.

As she faded from sight,
We could see through her;
The next visit in line
Had problems with bunny fur.

Then we heard her shout back
With a light-hearted giggle,
"Remember, when on-stage
Try not to jiggle!"