His drink had been drunk,
His story had been read,
Toys all him his trunk.
Asleep in his bed.
Young Timothy was a man of 21 years,
Who had just drank his first few, of many future beers.
He'd crept to his bed ready for slumber,
He's struck out that night, with nary a number.
But in the night who should appear
But a very sexy Lady Gaga
Riding a transsexual reindeer.
Flamboyantly dressed with leather and lace.
She cracked her whip, right at his face.
"Oh, my head, what's that light," Timothy cried out in an awful fright.
"It's only me, the singing pop sensation. Here to entertain you, with nocturnal gyration."
"Really?"
"No," she paused "Get your shit and get dressed. We're going on a magical journey."
"You'll have to carry me out of here on a gurney."
"Drink this Redbull," she said with a smile "You'll feel better after a while. You bitched out at 11:20 at night, so we are going to be gone, till the morning light!"
He hemmed and he hawed and got up from his bed, visions of her sugar plumbs filled his head.
"Now take my hand, and think just right, and we will fly off into the night"
"Think right?" He asked.
"Didn't you see Peter Pan, motha-fucka'? Happy thoughts asshole!"
He tried to think happy thoughts with all of his might, but getting into the air, was quite a fight.
He wobbled for a while but that came to a stop, when he realized he just needed to stare at her top.
The flew out the window into the night.
He went though the air free as a kite.
Their journey had just begun.
Tomorrow, part two, this was part one.
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