Twas the Night Before Hal-Con
By Larry Gent
A poem about the last minute Con Woes.
‘Twas the night before Hal-Con, and all thro the city
Every creature was stirring, especially the committee
The costumes were hung in the closest with care,
In hopes that tomorrow would soon be there;
The cosplayers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of excitement danc’d in their heads,
When from the other room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
The helmet had fallen and crashed to the floor
Taking damage only seen from a great war.
The stitching had failed and my cloak was undone
And I stood there staring with a look of pure stun.
This cosplay had been months of hard work,
It had driven me mad and sent me berserk.
I could not sew when all this had began,
And none of this project had proceeded as planned.
It started as clothe and evolved into foam.
I embroidered, and painted and even used chrome.
The cost had tripled from my initial budget
And my family had questioned my better judgement.
But I pressed onwards until it was done
Because deep down I found it all fun.
I took a deep breath, and reached for my kit,
I glanced at my suit and figured a refit.
I stared at my costume as the moon glowed bright
Happy, Hal-Con to all but I ain’t sleeping tonight.