ÒA Visit from SupergirlÓ
By Moxie
(with all due respect to Clement Moore,
who is now rolling over in his grave)
ÔTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her Ôkerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winterÕs nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my eyes should appear from the skies,
But a getaway car, with a bunch of bad guys.
And a sexy strong girl, with a mane of gold curls,
So I knew in a moment it was Supergirl.
The car held overhead by one very strong arm,
And she giggled and smirked and threatened them harm.
ÒNow Rocky! Now Diesel! Now Pauly and Vito!
But IÕll use my big muscles to beat up you all!Ó
As from the sky snowflakes descend as they float,
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Then in the chimney, Supergirl floated down.
She was dressed in tight spandex, and a red pleated skirt,
Her huge mounds of breasts pushed out through her shirt.
A bright red cape she had hung down her back,
barely covering broad shoulders, and a V-tapered back.
Her face was angelic, her eyes blue like pools,
Her smile was electric, worth millions of joules.
She was beauty incarnate and made my heart stop,
And her muscles had bulges where mortals had not.
Her thighs were so shapely, her abs an 8-pack,
She knew her effect, how I scarcely could move,
Then she lifted me up, feet way high in the air,
Then her biceps swole huge, sheÕd be able to boast,
Then I squeezed and squeezed with all of my might,
My wife could not judge, she could scarcely compete,
ÒI love what you write of me, each episode,Ó
She lifted the car and blew me a kiss,
As I watched out the window, I could hear mamma snore,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!