Happy Birthday Dear Tim!

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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