The Masquerade Party
A human drove south with dear Irma, his wife
To a beautiful mansion well outside of town.
He thought they would arrive there near five;
Maybe a bit late, he said to himself, with a frown.
They had been invited last month for some fun
And had to wear costumes as for a masquerade ball.
Their costumes were chosen and soon they were done,
His Irma a Switzerland Dirndl, with pigtails and all.
With chocolates for his friend's pretty spouse
And also a gorgeous bouquet of red flowers.
They arrived at his friend's sprawling house,
A little bit early in the afternoon hours.
They arrived before ev'ryone else, it was clear.
The hostess herself did usher them in with a smile
And served them some cheese and some beer
And told them let's sit and then chat for while.
The human felt honored, he smiled and was glad,
Then asked if their costumes were chosen all right.
"Oh yes," he was told. "But it makes me so sad,
The party was last week on Saturday night."