The Panda Of Doom - A Poem

I love to write poems; I wrote this one saying goodnight to a mate of mine. I swear it just came out! I've no idea where I found the words for it, but at least it made her laugh!

The Panda Of Doom - A Poem

Nighty night, I wish thee dreams
So says the panda of doom!
She sprinkles nightly pringle dust,
About your darkened room.

She puts a vial upon your pillow
of darkest, Gothly Juice.
And prays you wake up sluggish,
After dreams of Howard Moose.

You'll have need of that tomorrow,
That evil vicious brew.
Drain it down most greedily,
And feel your strength anew!

She sleeping, sighs and rolls around
Uneasy in her bed.
For ghostly shapes of Pandas
penetrate her dreams instead.

Morning comes most drearily,
A stretch, a yawn, a moan.
She reaches for the goth juice
And looks quizzically at her phone...

"Oh Panda of Doom what have you done!!
It'll be shiney, tasty nice!"
She whipped down to the kitchen
Pouring it into milk in a trice.

She gibbers and clicks and swallows it down,
Taking delight in its quick effect.
For Goth Juice and sexy times;
Panda of Doom for President, Elect!