10/31/2025
Gather ye goblins, ghosts, and ghouls,
To Te'kila Lil Time —abandon your rules!
On Sahara’s road, this Friday’s the date,
From eight ‘til midnight—meet thy fate!
Fair Leslie the KJ, with mic in her hand,
Will summon sweet voices from across the land.
So belt out your ballads, your spooky refrains,
’Til cobwebs collapse and blood runs in the veins!
Come clad in thy costume, both clever and cursed,
For prizes await those whose outfits are versed.
Sing like a demon, or croon like the dead—
And double thy winnings, or lose thy head!
Five silver coins (aye, dollars by name),
Buys food fit for fiends who crave glory and fame:
Pulled chicken nachos! Cheese curds divine!
And tots that could tempt even Frankenstein!
To wet down thy whistle, there’s booze by the score—
Margaritas and shots, and beer to pour!
’Tis open to mortals till ten o’ the clock,
Then adults alone may continue to rock.
So come, ye brave souls, to the karaoke lair,
Or be haunted forever by despair!
For if thou shouldst miss this devilish delight,
’Twill haunt thy dreams each cursed night!
Muah ha ha ha ha!
The Karaoke Baron
