It’s an occasion that happens relatively often,

Assuming that relatively often,

Is actually not that often at all!

It is the time when all time becomes stunned,

But stunned is just partially not totally paralyzed,

Because it still moves a bit!

Those are the rare nights when the powers of the fat-cats,

And the stuck-up jerks, and the corpse worshippers,

And the "Enlightened Leaders" and the Oil Barons are temporarily stunned!

Or at least they all disappear from my mind! Everyone’s problems disappear from everyone’s minds!

A pair of wrought-iron doors that have no handles on this side and no way around them swing open,

Intense light of happiness flutters about, but not from the other side, but from this side.

Nostalgic for 2000?

Yes, October of 2000!

Night when nothing else really mattered,

But an occurrence once in a blue moon of a blue moon!

Strange formless train enters through the door and hums to a halt. Doors swing open, and out steps she, yes she!

I call her the Queen of Twist,

Yet maybe something is a miss,

She actually has no hold to royalty,

Even less than Elvis Presley.

She in the blue gown floats out of the train,

Intense celebrations, intense celebrations!

It was a wedding of someone else,

But at times I forgot,

Because I saw the QUEEN OF TWIST!

Nostalgic for 2000?

Yes, October of 2000!

Why not?

To dance the twist with the Queen of Twist,

The dark-haired elf who was my favorite one to dance with on that night,

Is more powerful than the sounds of twenty-one airhorns,

A train’s airhorn is better than this entire planet’s supply of Prozac!

Alas, Reality is a fickle creature,

Who hates to be denied,

So eventually the party ends, The Queen leaves, no longer the queen once more,

The loud hum of F-sharp, B, F-sharp signals the departure,

Of the Queen of Twist and the Diamond of Happiness!

Nostalgic for 2000?

Yes, for October of 2000,

Better than 2001 which had an October of Dubya,

Thinking he knew the causes of all that trouble-ya!

The Sending Off:

So Sounded the F-sharp, B and F-sharp an octave higher,

That teine uli who in my mind ignited a certain fire,

An ecstasy not of relationship or desire, an ecstasy short-lived and beyond description,

The F-sharp, B and F-sharp signaled that the Queen has left the building!

Stand back from the platform, nothing more to see here!

Author's Notes: Yes, this is based on something I remember fondly from 2000. And yes, there is a girl I only see once in a blue moon who I nicknamed the Queen of Twist, because of her abilities at dancing the dance Chubby Checker made so famous.

~Ra'akone