There was hurrying and scurrying

For word had got around

That a fashion show was coming very soon

And the ladies were so busy

And growing rather dizzy

From organising, morning night and noon.

At last the show was ready

But the models felt unsteady

So they thought that they would take, a drop or two

Which they did behind the curtain

While feeling quite uncertain

If it was the right and proper thing to do.

But, very sad to say

On that rather fateful day

One of them just couldnt stop

When the glass began to slop

So they left her sleeping soundly on a chair

When she came to, all was over

But the team were quite in clover

So successful was their Fashion Spring Affair.

P. S.      Let me make it very clear

              That it couldn’t happen here!