‘Twas the night before the Pub Crawl, and all through the City,
Millennials were home watching Netflix, no one getting litty.
The unitards were hung by the doorways with care,
In hopes that the Halloween Pub Crawl would bring strangers who stare.
The hot glue guns were heating, the felt was cut up,
The costumes were barely ready, but their minds were made up –
The next day would bring debauchery and a whole lot of booze,
With 13 pubs on the route, they packed comfortable shoes.
Generation Y was nestled all snug in their beds,
With knowledge their parents wouldn’t like their inappropriate threads.
Is it “sexy nurse” or “sexy cat” or “sexy bunny” this year?
Their parents lay in their beds, paralyzed with fear.
When out on the streets, there arose such chatter,
These are unitard-clad adults! These outfits do NOT flatter.
Their parents were relieved, and they thought to themselves, smugly,
THANK GOODNESS MY CHILDREN LOVE TO DRESS UP SO UGLY!
Can’t wait to crawl with you all tomorrow!!!!
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VERY cute!!!!