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30. Myth of the Druid Prom Queen- NICHOLS & MCALLISTER

In the fog of ancient time when dragons whirled in air
And Grendel stalked the moors, a woman lived
She talked in skyldings and misgivings,
Secret ruins, cults and shivings
Only women seemed to understand her
They called her Helga From Gruselda

She was a Druid prom queen
A most amazing sight
She was 6 foot 8
And, Dude, could she fight
She spoke her mind for justice and womyns rights
She was a Druid prom queen
She was a Druid prom queen
And this was her night!

There was a law at this time which said,
'Once a year on Jousting Day
A man of royal blood could challenge the king
So on this fateful night it was King Percy,
Who the peasants called "The Noodle"
Who would take this royal test

As the Joisting was about to start
The Queen silenced the crowd and the Druid Prom Queen said unto them...

"People, my people. Your ways are modern and Medieval
Too sophisticated for a little Druid girl.
This patriarchal fascination with violence is not a turn-on
So I've come up with a new challenge

One that does not harm the environment and is mostly non-violent in nature
And it's horrific gambit, and a perilous course,
but the challenge consists of approaching the king on a horse
And asking him to dance like it's his one last dance.
The king says no. The challenger then throws a black corsage in his face and after carefully sensing his aura and evergy...
Steps on the king's toe.
See, this is like what happened to me as a young girl,
Before the Stonhenge High School Prom, and is an allusion to that event, for which I am remembered now. Get it?
Anyway, I'm the queen so you'll do it. And so please remember me as a woman who freed minds and hearts. Mantra, mantra, kundalini ya ya, yoga mat gucci do the chakra cha cha. Namaste.
Thank you.

And THAT is how it came to be
This particular festivity