’Twas the night before Dragon Con, when all through the house
All the creatures were stirring, even Pinky the mouse;
The cosplays were hung by the door with care,
In hopes that attendees would soon stare;
The children were all wild running through the house;
While visions of the Yule Ball danced in their heads;
And mamma in her corset, and I in my bald cap;
Had just energized our brains for a long weekend’s celebration.
When out on the highway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my craft room to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I soared,
Switched on the camera and pushed record.
When what to my tired eyes did appear,
But a caravan of Cult of Marriott Carpet vehicles rumbling near!
And I whistled, and shouted, and called the cosplays by name:
Now, Harley Quinn! now, Dr. Who! now, Wonder Woman and Batman!
On, Goblin King! on, Belle! on, Negan and Antman!
Now drive to the parade! Drive away all!
So down I-85 the drivers they flew
With their trunks full of pie, and seats of cosplayers, too.
And then, in a minute, they disappeared ’round the bend,
But I knew, after all, it wasn’t the end.
For although it’s just Wednesday, the Atrium’s wall to wall;
So let’s get this party started: Happy Dragon Con to all!