BONUS SONNET: Con-Fabulation

O would that we could have been having drinks
With Sasha Pixlee when he saw, last night
A sight that few could handle well, methinks,
Without our faces going bloodless, white
With shock. O DragonCon, O fandom, you
Bring out the beast in many. Last week I
Saw one Gene Simmons Batman plunge into
A crowd as he fell down the stairs (to fly
Was quite beyond him); this week Grover stalked
A bar in ol' Hotlanta -- in his hand
A bright red dildo. Wonder if he talked
That incoherent, growly way, too, and
If Sasha talked right back while hauling off
Four litres of fine absinthe for to quaff.
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Fan Expo: In Which We Are Not Amused

Oh noes! This Expo has attracted fans

In numbers greater than the hall can hold!

A mob outside the doors -- paid up -- now chants

"Let us in!" while inside -- it's getting old --

Another mob is gathered in the hopes

Of escalator rides up to the floor

With wonders that they came to see (poor dopes!)

And maybe buy, must wait around still more.

The hall is full, quoth fire marshalls, thus

No one may now ascend until some make

The downward journey. Till then, pooh to us

Who paid our money. How much must we take

Ere we revolt? At least the panels should,

And really now had better, be quite good.

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In Which The Line For Fan Expo Is Long And Entertaining

FanExpo is a show e'en ere it starts.

The line to enter ends up Blue Jays Way,

And as I walk, I see what's in the hearts

Of many a fanboy and girl. Today

I passed a Picachu, a Brundlefly,

A ghostbuster, all standing in the sun

And sweating in their costumes. But, oh my,

The moment I loved best, that was most fun:

Paul has a press pass and he's got a stamp

But just convinced himself that it was gone --

We're sweaty -- and while yes, his hand was damp,

Like blue stigmata, it is higher on

His wrist. And even Batman panicked, fell,

But we all saved him, which is just as well.

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