Thus did girl-group's beauty lad assail.
Monthlong languishing, in fret he flails.
It's none too soon
When next full moon,
Irene for pizza hales.
The velvet-smitten boy buffoon
Now rallies from his love-sick swoon;
Within a flash
He makes a dash
In hopes of idyll boon.
Somehow he arrives without a crash;
A tip he hopes for other than mere cash.
Before he knocks
He stops to gawk
At scene through window sash.
Upon piano sings a fox;
Each sister goddess round her stalks.
They're summoning
By conjuring,
As Joy with his eyes locks.
Now the girls are circling
The pizza boy in magic ring.
Too late to thwart
Nocturnal sport,
Enchanted evening.
Yet who would strive such fetters to abort?
With goddesses the mortal now disports.
To do the same,
To what wild game
Would you or I resort?
Smitten by such women brings no shame;
By huntresses divine this stag is tamed.
On couch they lie
To share the pie—
But what is their true aim?
Rare gems one can't afford to buy
Are used to top the pizza pie.
Among the bling
A diamond ring
Portends his end is nigh.
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Night of the Peek-A-Boo Beauties
FanfictionThis fit of verse is based on Red Velvet's 'Peek-A-Boo' video. The pizza guy is the EveryDork, with whom many of us can identify. He meets one or more beautiful women, develops a crush, begins to hope beyond all reasonable aspirations that she might...
