Don't Drink Bees

There’s a monster in my closet
My parents do not know
He’s very good with fashion
Always hanging out with clothes

So I ask for his advice
And he tells me what I need
A short, black, mini skirt
Or a smart blazer in tweed

I’ve noticed not all items
On his fashion shopping list
Are for me to wear
But how can I resist

When he advises me so well
I can look the other way
When he asks for ties and blazers
Or a bowler hat in grey

My parents think I’m quirky
But they admit I look the best
I just wonder how I will explain
This latest monster dress request

He’s invited to a Monster Ball
And he views it as obscene
To wear an incomplete outfit
On most hallowed Halloween

But I do not know how
My parents will be swayed
To have custom suede shoes made
In size twenty-seven
When I only wear an eight

I cannot lose his sage advice
I’ll find a way to pay
This price charged by my monster
For prêt-à-porter