Trixie and The Evil Hate Monkey. Photo by Theresa Keil
Trixie and Monkey’s HOLIDAY
SPECTAC-U-THON
‘Twas the week before Christmas, and in Highlandtown,
All the people were gawking at the pasties they’d found;
The stockings were flung from the stage without care,
In hopes that Trixie and Monkey would soon be bare.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While flying monkeys soared overhead.
Photos by Theresa Keil, story by Justin Allen and Brooke Hall.
Trixie came with her orb, and tricks in her sack,
I was thankful all year, I’d been a good chap,
When up on the stage there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Mr. Gorgeous did split to the ground in a flash,
While wearing tight undies snug on his ass.
The ladies did ooh and ah from the rows,
With hopes of being caught beneath his mistletoe.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Tres Horny, a randy trio, full of good cheer.
Miss Astrid the hostess, so lively and quick,
She kept us engrossed with her spectacular wit.
When she danced the fellas were surly entranced,
Many of whom pitched tents in their pants.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His tight rippling muscles drawn up like a bow,
His coconut blew open at the height of the show.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon let us all know the show would soon end;
They spoke not a word, but sang so sweet,
And filled our seats with a holiday treat.
We whistled, and shouted, and called out their names;
“Now, Trixie! now, Monkey! now, Gorgeous and Astrid!”
“Thanks for the laughs it was fun while it lasted!”
“And thanks to the Creative Alliance for holiday delights,”
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
