Are you wearing bubble wrap?
Well that is a novel
form of dress
But if I were to start
popping the bubbles
Would that cause you
any distress?
Are you wearing bubble wrap?
Well that is a novel
form of dress
But if I were to start
popping the bubbles
Would that cause you
any distress?
Are you wearing a sailor suit?
Are you trying to look
cute?
Or are you trying to
win a bet
Are you wearing a dunce’s cap?
Of course that’s not
inappropriate
I’m sorry to act
surprised it’s my fault.
For a second I forgot
you were an idiot
They wanted to spice up the sex
To get back on the
same page
So she dressed as a
mummy
As she thought he was
into bandage
Are you wearing a disguise?
I think that’s
probably wise
For to risk discovery
is rash
For special agent Dick
Splash
Are you wearing it for a laugh?
It’s overly sweet in
fact it’s cloying
I know it’s supposed
to be funny
But to me it’s just annoying
My wife was invited to go
On a girls' night out
recently
The invite said “dress
to kill”
So, she went as Myra
Hindley
My friend told me he was going
To a fancy dress party
Dressed as an Italian
island
I told him not to be
Sicily
A stressed-out mother and her child
Went into the fancy
dress shop
Rushing around from
pillar to post
Without a moments
pause or stop
“Here try this one”
the mother said
Grabbing a Devils suit
in a whirl
Her six year old
daughter retorted
“I don’t want it, I’m
not an evil girl”
At a fancy dress party, my mate
Went dressed as a car number plate
What a guy he’s an
absolute “Ledge”
And to top it all his
name is Reg
Are you wearing Roman robes?
They’re very loose and
flowing
And they fit where
they touch
Without any detail
showing
Which keeps a man
guessing
I really like that
about them
Because it’ll be a
surprise later
When I take you up the
forum
Are you wearing a toga?
I don’t want to be an
ogre
But you’ll be a hit
alright
At the house party
tonight
As everyone will be
knowing.
Because you will be
showing
That beneath the
flowing robes
You have unfettered globes
Are you wearing a horse’s head?
Are you supposed to be
PUCK?
Oh, you’re running the
marathon
Well, aren’t you the silly fool
Are you wearing a kilt?
Won’t your extremities
wilt?
Well, you’re a very
hardy guy
And a braver man than
I
You are pant less are
you not?
Oh, so you’re not a
proper Scot
So, you’re not very
hardy guy
Nor a braver man than
I
Well, if from
tradition you avert
You’re just a man in a skirt
Are you wearing a sash?
I think you’ll make a
splash
And normally you’d be
a smash
But isn’t that just a
bit rash
I mean for this kind
of a bash
For you only to wear a
sash
I think a velvet suit
Especially one red
hued
And I must choose my
words
So not to appear rude
But it’s not the most
slimming
For a rather portly
dude
Are you wearing Lincoln green?
Do you really think
you should?
Because this isn’t
merry England
And you aren’t Robin
Hood
I was at a fancy-dress party
And looking for
something tarty
I was beginning to
lose hope
When I got an
unexpected grope
And I was forced to
conclude
When things got
decidedly rude
That for the very best
nooky
You should do it with
a Wooky
I went to a party
And I really dressed
to kill
The SAS combat
fatigues
Seemed to fit the bill
I went to a party
And I really dressed
to kill
A werewolf and a full
moon
Seemed to fit the bill