A Visit from Tim Gunn(Loosely based on the famous poem ’A Visit from St Nicholas’ by Clement Clarke Moore)
Submitted by Sophia from Stockholm, Sweden!
’Twas the night before showtime, when all through the room
The designers were frantic, envisioning doom
Their garments were hung by the workplace with care
In hopes that St Tim ’The Gunn’ soon would be there
The judges were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of silk charmeuse danced in their heads
And Heidi in Manolos with five inch o’heels
Had just settled herself and her two baby Seals
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter
Some sprang from their sewing machines: ”What’s the matter?”
Away to the doorway they flew in a flash
(They jumped over remnants of Austin’s old sash)
The cameras, the lights and the crew were there, too
All ready to capture what now would ensue
When who, to their wondering eyes should appear -
But the man whose opinion they’re desperate to hear!
What a dapper old chap, so lively and fun!
They knew in a moment it must be Tim Gunn!
More rapid than eagles then everyone came
As he yelled out ”Designers!” and called them by name:
”Now Uli! Now Laura! Now Robert and Jeffrey!
On Vincent! On, Michael! On Bonnie and Stacey!
Now Angela, Allison, Bradley and Kayne!
On Katherine, Malan and on Keith (’Mr Plain’)!”
He was dressed in a suit from his head to his foot
The colorscheme masculine: 'ashes' and 'soot'
A simple but elegant shirt, and a tie
He looked like a well-groomed and fashionable guy
His eyes – how they twinkled! His glasses- how sparkly!
His stature resembling that of Charles Barkley
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the hair on his head was as fluffy as snow
He told them he wanted them all to succeed:
”To make it in fashion – there’s no greater deed”
His smile was sincere, he was fair but direct
He earned every fashion designer’s respect:
”We’re lucky, we are, our dreams have come true!
A mentor with style - and such eloquence, too!”
And soon came the moment they’d longed for, but feared:
”Let’s see your designs.” And everyone cheered!
He walked ’round the room and went straight to his job
Critiquing designers (some wanting to sob)
And laying his fingers aside of his chin
He gave them a nod, or a frown, or a grin
To some he said: ”Hmm. This concerns me, no doubt.”
And that was a sign that they soon would be out
Then they heard him exclaim, ’ere he turned with a jerk:
”So good luck to you all. Carry on – make it work!”
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