Notes
Twas the night before Monkey and throughout Percy Warner
Winged ones were waiting around every corner
Mile markers had been hung just before darkness
The very last one near the ancient deer carcass
Dragon and Drew, all snug in their beds,
While visions of lame logs laughed in their heads;
Skootr in his skirt, and Thunder in his tights
Had just settled down for a long, tweaky night
When up near Luke Lea there arose such a claptrap
That it actually distracted Trent from his iMac
Away to the Stoned Gates he flew like a flash
10-minute miles, even while passing gas!
The moon, being new and mocked by the dark,
Gave a luster of horror to the entire park,
When what to Trent’s flatulent self should appear
But a circle of monkeys and Boobs drinking beer.