The tale of the drag queen from hell

Once up a Friday night
We thought it would be out of sight.
(Yes we’re rhyming
And it’s sure good timing).

We went to the roller derby jam
And it smelled like spam.
Hot shorts and fishnets,
I don’t think they took bets.

They call it the gates of hell,
Angels vs. Devils.

Two beers each we bought
That was enough we thought.

We were judged in purgatory
The Holiday gas station didn’t believe our story.
As we put our beers in our bags
We took off in Kirk not no jags. *

Half time rolls around
And some man’s balls were bound.
A drag queen we speak of
Who’s dress fit like a glove.
The DQ introduced the he/she act
Twirling fireballs on chairs as a matter of fact.

So the drag queen who was more flat chested than an eight year old girl,
Lost his dress when he began to dance and twirl.

The put downs resumed
As more beer was consumed.
This includes guy with crocks & socks
And a creepy mustache that talks.

Drowning in a sea of lesbians
We moved the party inside with the rest of the non-Europeans. **
The second half did begin
Standing in front of the fan was our big win.

We thought we spotted a clown
As we approached we found a fake goth girl with a frown.
We thought it would be funny
Tto on her cheek draw a bunny.

The fan began to blow colder air
And the Devils went down in despair.
On the trek back to the homestead
A car almost made a deer dead. ***

Harley bikers we did hound
Because they didn’t look like the man on the ground.
Giggles at home
We decided to write you this poem.

Notes:
*Kirk is the name of Nicole’s truck
**There were no Europeans present but European rhymes with lesbians
***Jessica screamed very loud