It happened in our year of Twenty and Seven,
Four pilgrims and I went to a version of Heaven.
For there, in that place that we were heading,
A fate lay before us that no one was dreading.
Though our plans were different, we all journeyed forth,
We would stay together, for all it twas worth.
So we did head to this hallowed place,
At the anime con we would show our face.
My companions numbered but four,
Twould be too expensive with one person more.
So into our metal chariots did we alight,
And took off to California that hot summers night.
Far from Vermont would we have to travel,
Hoping our dreams would never unravel.
The first of our number would foot the gas bill,
For she was a Businesswoman, shrewd and shrill.
Her sharp red suit was always at hand,
As CEO of her company, her future was planned.
She would haggle and dicker till the customer was broke,
And of her riches was near all that she spoke.
Her curly brown hair was tied in a bun,
And it only came