It's A Wrap

Once upon a time in Denver-

or was it Portland? I don't remember.

We were about to do a show...

wait a minute, was it Idaho?

All these places look the same-

guess that's just the price of fame.

The traveling is just so boring

but show-time makes it worth the touring.

Anyway, we were on in five-

the excitement in the air made us feel alive.

Our fans were restless, starting to shout,

urging us to come on out.

So out we came, right on cue

to fevered screams... that's nothing new.

And, as usual, the loudest cry

Was for Nick, their favorite guy.

And of course, he ate it up,

drank in the adoration with a loving cup.

The rest of us began to sing

and finally Nicky did his thing.

He swayed to the left, then to the right,

he knew he was a sexy sight.

But little did anyone guess

his actions would lead to great distress.

While we sung the songs and did the dance,

most fans' eyes were on his pants.

They really were a size too small,

he had nothing to hide, he was showing it all.

But although it looked like it might hurt,

everything was cool until he unbuttoned his shirt.

On toning his body he'd been working hard,

his buffed-up abs were his trump card.

A sound of appreciation shot through the crowd

even up on stage, it was really loud.

He grinned widely and began to preen...

it would have gone well but for a single teen.

She had short blond hair... or was it brown?

And instead of smiling, she wore a frown.

Nick caught her eye, and gave her a wink

but she crossed her arms and simply blinked.

Was she really immune to his charms?

Could she be indifferent to his well-muscled arms?

Was she blind? Did she not see

how firm and perfect he'd come to be?

He finished the song, added a quick twist

then a hard pelvic thrust that couldn't be missed.

But instead of a look of a fan well sated,

the teen girl looked even more frustrated.

Was that anger in her eyes?

Didn't she see him as a prize?

Although it wasn't part of the show,

Nick was puzzled. He had to know.

Despite the warning Security gave,

Nick ignored the rules with a dismissive wave.

He went to the very edge of the stage

and leaned way over, her to engage.

“You know I'm such an awesome man

yet you don't seem to be a fan.”

A spark of rage in her eye was gleaming

and then the teen girl started screaming.

“You strut and flex and smirk and tease

but you never follow through and please!

You're just like every guy we know...

All talk and ego, but no show!”

A murmur then went through the crowd.

“You know, she's right,” someone said aloud.

“What's all this look but do not touch?

A girl can only take so much!”

That's when things went very bad;

something shifted and the fans turned mad.

Hands reached up and grabbed Nick's leg

he didn't even have a chance to beg.

The crowd enveloped him with a scream

to the rest of us it was a bad, bad dream.

Everyone wanted a piece of Nick;

Security got us out of there quick.

The last we saw of the man we knew

was a ripped piece of shirt and a flying shoe.

His over-sized ego had sprung the trap

Rest in peace, Nicky... and that's a wrap.