In 1993, though I should have known better, I found myself on the committee for the International Costumer's Guild Convention, and composed the following:

Oh dear what can the matter be
7 Costumers got locked in a lavatory.
They were there from Tuesday 'til Saturday.
Nobody knew they were there.

The first costumer was Adelaide Fox
Her costume was made out of unlaunered socks.
She ran in when people began throwing rocks.
Nobody knew she was there.

The next costumer was Lorelai Inge
She made a gown that was all over fringe
Some of the stuff got caught on the hinge.
Nobody knew she was there.

The next costumer was Madeline Kay
Her costume, 5 feathers, was made in one day.
The hand dryer blew her ensemble away
Nobody knew she was there.

The next costumer was Animal X. (A real person and a friend.)
She was dressed up as a hot pink T Rex.
She got caught in the stall when her tail wouldn't flex
Nobody knew she was there. (Doubtful, knowing the lady as I do.)

The next costumer was a Catholic Lass
She came in all for to miss mass
A thief came in and he pinched her sequins.
Nobody knew she was there.

The next costumer was dressed as a snake.
She looked real enough to make someone shake.
A plumber came in, and he made a mistake.
But nobody knew she was there.

The last costumer was Larry J. Wurdle.
He came in to try on a girdle.
What happened next would make your blood curdle.
But nobody knew he was there.