Literature
Fiasco
The dress was perfect, the hair divine, the evening could never fail
The sky was clear, roads were dry and he was had the tickets from the mail
She stepped outside, on a cloudless night, and nothing could go wrong
The drive was smooth, the street looked fine, nothing could go wrong
They arrived in time, they entered with care, and soon the dance began
The night was perfect, it's all to bad, it wasn't the night I had.
the dress was to small, the hair a mess, it has no place to go but down
the sky was cloudy, the roads covered in ice, and the ticket had yet to come
she stepped outside, on a rain filled night, and everything went wrong