Come and Compete
at the
Masquerade of Balls
You may think you will win
The chances are thin
The Joker is here
A court puppeteer
Competing with the final nine
Bulging tights and red wine
He says he will win
A problem knows his twin
Royals will judge the final pairs
Two get specialty of the Airs
The higher the bedder
The finer the rounder
The winner will have the honoralls
The highest of all balls!
Good Luck !
*2nd poem for Monday Potluck. lol! Don’t ask! I couldn’t resist! 🙂