Half Baked Trifle: Dance of the Romantic Comedy Euphoric
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Places on the stage, everybody.
Time to get the appropriate attire and mindset for tonight
Set the stage for what came next rather accurately
Also, a little bit scarily as well.
Put on the most comfortable three inch heels you own
Tightest black leather pantsuit situated on the queen sized bed
A bachelorette pad specialty unlike any other
One that Emma Peel would love to pilfer out of the closet
Wore the slinkiest lingerie beneath everything else
Swayed to some special type of popular Top 40 love song
Vocalized by the ultimate pied piper of tenors
Stuck in a trance that's been hard to shake off
Hypnotized by the spell of unadulterated schoolgirl behavior
Squealing like a pig be chased to their trough or to slaughter
Skipped around like a 10 year old kid hopped up on Smarties
A speed freak of the street legal persuasion in extremis
Preached to the same choir as all of the other happy hooligans
Inspired by a rash of various token Hollywood cinematic slop
Where women turn into psychotics struck by the love bug
Eyes bulging out of their sockets like cartoon characters
Surprised they got duped once again by their on-air rivals
Unpolished Stepford Wives archetypes that cannot mask
The brainwashed mind controlled personalities underneath
Flesh and blood zombies that are legally still amongst living
A mixture of dead behind the eyes with some maniacal elation
Tossed in just make a passerby's skin crawl with each stare
Could not pass as extras of The Walking Dead just yet
Don't have the rhythm to jam in Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video
Although they found Vincent Price's manic laughter amusing
A call to arms as they plotted some lovably disturbing mayhem
Transformed into a modern day Glenn Close via Fatal Attraction
Once tamed curly hair turning into an array of wild animalistic behavior
The big it grows; the wilder the behavior gets
Intelligent dialogue fell by the wayside for one word syllables
Frightened by the thought of losing what remained of individuality
To follow the mindset of a borderline Scientology based group
Not quite a cult, but pretty close to it
When two becomes one, there's always a loss of self
Fought hard not to lose what made these two halves come together
That would be ultimate tragedy indeed
Determined to function best in pairs and as individuals
That way nothing got lost in the shuffle.