Party Time Poem by Ima Ryma

At the department store midnight
When staff and customers are gone,
It is a time to my delight,
After hours party is on.
A bunch of us throughout the store
Magically do come alive.
All aisles turn into a dance floor
With moves of rock, boogie and jive.
Lots of plastic hips swing around,
And arms are flailing through the air.
It's quite an awesome sight and sound.
Heads go bald from the flying hair.

Since gender neutral now is in,
I'm a happy personaquin.