Cosplay can kill

Yet it gives us a thrill

So we withstand the chill

We rack up a bill

Paying for frill

But we must work until

Your heart will fill

At the sight of our gill

Or our quill

Or our drill

So we toil and mill

And never sit still

Treat it as a drug, a pill

And our blood we may spill

We suffer on the metaphorical grill

Yet it's all worth it in cosplay-ville