Twas the night of June 12th, and on that day,
Sharon Needles was honored; it was awesomely gay.
The slingbacks were placed by the chimney with care,
Else Alisa Summers would mop her a pair. The Heathers were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of BoobsForQueens danced in their heads.
And Mamma in her Vers-Aych, and I in my tuck,
Were getting ready for a nice long . . . Um, nap. When out on the street arose such a clatter,
I had ...