The Talk of the Monsters Ball
I went to the Monsters Ball.
I must have been 7 feet tall.
I was wearing stilettos so steep.
They were really hurting my feet.
You will never guess what I wore.
And not to tell it I always swore.
But I guess I'll have to confess.
Someone saw me and now it's a mess.
I was wearing a red sheer gown.
And the top was halfway down.
Red sheer hose covered my legs.
Held up by red garters like pegs.
It was a monstrous sight.
If you'd been there that night.
Like the person who saw.
Writing poems in the raw.
His name I will not disclose.
But I visited him on tippy toes.
He wore Tag body spray, I could tell.
Writing poetry as funny as............
Well...I guess I'd better end here.
Or I might get beat in the rear.
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